So I'm scratching my head right now, because, really, I sorta don't know what to write...whatevs.

Earlier:

"Now, who shall go first?" One of the mocked us, grinning maniacally. The other one snickered, and went to draw up the chains holding up the blade. "Oh, I know, how about you die together?" I wrinkled my nose at him, and growled. Nonetheless, he swung us onto the platform, and I felt myself landing on it with a big smack. I stared at the blade, watching it glint evilly against the bright green flames of Greek fire. In a matter of seconds, the blade was coming down. Right before it hit us, we were taken away by something or someone, and I shared my surprised look with Nico. After spiralling a few times, we were tucked into blankets of darkness.

Nico POV (Yay! Finally got to see what happened, right?)

I, needing not much sleep, woke in an instant. My eyes immediately adjusted to the light-swallowing darkness, being the person I am. Thalia laid next to me, still out cold. Tentatively, I reached out and shook her gently. Her eyes shot open like someone had just stabbed her. The brilliant electrifying blues frantically darted around, categorizing everything (although everything pretty much was just darkness), before reaching out and touching me, who had been in front of her the whole time.

The floor seemed so much more cooler now ~heck, I think it just totally froze~ when we heard footsteps. Loud ones. The heels clicked on the echoing stone corridors, and they seemed to be getting closer. There was no door, though. It was just a circular room, not even the slightest bit light up. So our eyesight was basically useless. Except I could technically see in the dark...never mind. I scanned the bland dough of black, looking for the invader.

Really, this mysterious person saves us from dying, then puts us in apparent danger...I don't know which one's worse...

Thalia grabbed me, her hunter reflexes tuning in. Cupping a hand around my ear, she whispered,

"Hold onto me tight, got it?"

Nodding numbly back, we strained our ears trying to define the direction in which the sound was coming from, although the idea of holding onto someone just sent shivers down my spine.

It seemed to be getting closer.

Out of a wall popped a man. Not really a man, but sort of. He had long hair, braided in two braids and set behind him. A black suit rested upon his upright shoulders, and white could be seen underneath. A light blue tie was tucked solemnly into the buttons, and he seemed to hold power. He was a human, in a way. He could speak English, at least.

"Follow me," He muttered grudgingly, inspecting us like an officer would inspect a criminal. Suspicion bloomed in me immediately. No introduction? No greetings? Just a plain 'follow me'? And he seemed to be unwilling. I tried to be infernal and stare at him coldly.

"Why should we come with you?" I asked him, eyes narrowing till shadows were all I could see.

"My lord saved your life," He rasped in anger. So this guy's master saved our life, huh?

"I would like to see him," I requested.

"Don't you dare fool us," Thalia growled at him before gesturing at me to follow her and him.

We were walked into a castle, and entered into a court, where the man-person took his seat in the countless rows. (By the way, Thalia was drooling at the weapons...) On a throne sat what I assumed was Mister-All-Mighty. He had silver robes, flowing in silky strands. A band of dark, pure black like a world with no light was wrapped around his waist, tied in a knot that seemed kingly, very kingly. On his chest was embroidered as what I recognized as a solar system. A blue star, three brown planets...what else could you call it?

"Nico di Angelo, am I correct?" His voice boomed across the giant court.

"Yes sir," I replied back without hesitation. My eyes wandered to the person next to him. He seemed familiar, but different. He was too far away to make out, though.

"And you are Thalia Grace?" he regarded Thalia, who nodded her head, still staring at a throne with blue that could match her eyes perfectly.

"I am Order," He replied formally. I blinked at that. Order? If I remember from my secret studies (long story...), Order was...the brother of Chaos. And Chaos was the creator. Which meant he was the destroyer, in a logical sense. Don't question. But still, he was dark. Evil. So~ "No, I am not the evil one. Chaos, my brother, had taken the credit, although I am the creator," He spoke before I had further thoughts.

"So, basically, you're the creator, Chaos is a lying piece of cheating filth, and we are involved," Thalia got it straight.

"Yes," Order nodded slightly, shattering all my suspicions. The man next to him had been silent the whole time. "Then let the interrogation begin."

Before I could properly open my mouth, I was surrounded by mist and questions were spewed at me by the businessmen and women like gunfire in a war.

"Nico di Angelo?"

"Why should I answer you?"

"We ask the questions."

"Yes."

"Fifteen?"

"Yes."

"Son of Hades?"

"How~yes."

"Has been to Camp Jupiter and Camp Half-blood?"

"Yes."

"Used to have a crush on Perseus Jackson?"

At that, the mysterious man gave a choke as he was sipping what suspiciously looked like Blue Coke.

"How'd you know that?"

"We ask questions, you answer."

"Yes..."

"Favorite color black?"

Now that was getting a bit ridiculous, but I decided to play along, see where it led.

"Yes."

"Can shadow travel?"

"Yes."

"Was part of the Argo II?"

"Sort of?"

"Cousin of Perseus Jackson and Thalia Grace?"

"Yes."

"Lives in a small cabin off in the countryside?"

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"That was seventy years ago, thank you."

"Lived seventy years in the Lotus Casino?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

"Was sentenced to be killed by Zeus?"

I liked how they didn't show respect to Zeus, because honestly, I should have every right to be.

"Yes."

"Had a sister named Bianca di Angelo?"

Why did they have to say had? I think I had enough torture, thankyouverymuch.

"Yes..."

"You are fully permitted to enter the Hikanatoi, welcome," They finally cut it, organizing papers and scribbling some things down. The mist was diminished and Thalia stared at them in anger, as if she had just gone through the same thingļ¼Œbut maybe five times worse or something.

"Welcome," Order stated solemnly. "If you choose to join, you will be equal, third in command with your, ah, partner."

"Wait, wait, wait. Hold on. Explain everything first," Thalia demanded.

"I receive and help people who were categorized as outcasts. People who were betrayed. People who were killed without justice. I feel like they merit a second try at life. But I change them. I help them start over fresh. Just like that American system...oh, right, the Federal Witness Protection program. They get new identities. They get to experience with their powers and start something all over again. I am Lord Order. These people," He gestured to the rows of over-serious people, "are my Senators. People who help me choose wisely. They are basically my jury."

"And this thing runs like the Feudal system in the Renaissance," a new voice rang out. It was the voice of the mysterious man. It tingled me in the bones and echoed in my head. I had heard that voice before... "Order is the king, I am the lord, you guys are the nobles, these congressman are the nobles, and the army are the peasants."

"Seaweed Brain?" Thalia cried out, unbelievably horrified. 'Percy' winced at the name. Thalia shrank, mumbling apologizes.

"You're Percy Jackson?" I accused him.

"Yes..." He looked down. I wanted to go hug him, I though he was dead for the longest time in my life. But here he was, second-in-command, next to Order. "Long story, maybe next time," He waved his hand, looking at our priceless expressions. I swiftly marched up to him.

"How'd your outfit change into that?" I eyed his black costume.

"Um...long story short, I pledged myself into second-in-command and an assassin," He gulped as Thalia marched up too.

"And you're here for almost the same thing," Order added on.

"So...we're becoming assassins?" Thalia stared at him as if she had never seen a human face before.

"Only you and Perseus. My dear Nico will become a great war general, I believe," His eyes twinkled at me. So, he's thinking I'll be a great general...maybe that would be a great idea, just fighting galactic wars, away from Planet Earth...

"And we'll be what-in-command?"

"Third," Order stated.

"Okee-dokee, I'm ready," Thalia said with sarcasm flinging goop at Order.

"I'll go first," I volunteered.

"That's my little Goth!"

All I did was glare.

Yay, this was a bit early, but whatever. Now I can finished my promised one-shot for my other story...

But come on! We lost the volleyball game...

I'm out.