(Because I don't have time to update anything else, here's another short story)

"...and that should explain it all. Any questions?" Chiron asked the young girl in front of him.

The girl, a 10-year old with two chocolate-colored ponytails and large chestnut eyes, gaped at the centaur in front of her. "Just one: How come when I first got to camp with Lincoln there were people going around yelling about someone named Percy being an idiot?"

Chiron tried not to laugh. "Oh, that. I suppose the head counselor of cabin 3, the Poseidon cabin, got himself into some trouble once again."

As if on cue, a satyr ran in. "Hey Chiron, Percy accidentally flooded the camp bathrooms! Oh hey, Emma. Chiron finished explaining?"

"Hi Lincoln. Yeah, he did." Emma nodded.

Chiron just sighed. "Go ahead and let Leo know, I'm afraid he won't be too happy about this but Percy's not going to be able to do much besides drain the water, and if I'm right most of the camp is hunting him down right now. Oh, and is there anyone not screaming at Percy right now that can take Emma on a tour of camp?"

Lincoln nodded, then shook his head, then shrugged. "Hecate cabin's still exhausted from yesterday's stunts, Demeter cabin is busy arguing with the Dionysus cabin, and Ares cabin is leading the manhunt….Oh, maybe-wait, no that's probably not a good idea.."

"Who? Surely not the Stolls?" Chiron asked.

"What? No way! I-I meant...T-the only p-person not in a r-really bad m-mood and n-not busy is..." He whispered the next part. "Nico di Angelo." He immediately started shaking.

Emma looked confused. "Who's Nico di Angelo and what's so bad about him?"

Lincoln almost fainted.

"I'm the Son of Hades, I hang around with ghosts, Not exactly Mr. Popular." A voice drawled behind her. Emma spun around to see an Italian boy with black hair, black eyes, and sunken cheeks step out from the corner. Her eyes bugged out when she saw the long sword hanging at his waist. It was black in color and seemed to suck in everything around it. He was wearing black from head to toe, and there was a skull ring on his finger. A heavy aviator jacket hung from his bony shoulders, and the shadows seemed to dance around him.

In short, 100% goth and creepy.

She almost screamed.

Chiron sighed. "Nico, introduce yourself properly. And also, mind showing Emma around? I know you usually don't but..."

The boy smiled thinly, almost eerily. "Sure thing, Chiron. I'm Nico di Angelo, Son of Hades and Head Counselor of Cabin 13. Also known as Prince of the Underworld and the Ghost King. And yeah, I'm open. I'm waiting for everyone else to finish punching Waterboy into a pulp and then I'll go stab him or something. I'll decide later. Depenidng on whether or not Anabeth gets to it first."

Chiron seemed pleased. "Well, then I supposed you can give Emma here a tour. She's currently staying the Hermes cabin until further notice. Try not to get yourselves trampled by the mobs, now." He chuckled. "Now if you'll excuse me, I must go and attend to certain…hygienic matters, shall we say." He motioned towards the door, and Nico walked to it.

Emma stayed frozen in place. Nico just sighed. "C'mon, kid. You might as well check out Camp."

Emma nodded and followed the boy outside. Now in the sunlight, she could see that even though he looked quite young, he had the aura of someone that had seen and done much, as if he was hiding something underneath the nearly dead-looking body he had.

They walked in near silence for most of the tour, with Nico only saying where they were and who was who. Mostly he pointed out head counselors, although there were a few random campers thrown in.

Emma tried not to get in his way and stayed mostly silent, instead marveling at the large space the camp occupied. Lincoln had said it was big, but this was huge.

Finally, after much walking, they turned towards the cabins. "Cabins are over here. if you get claimed you move into your parent's cabin. If we don't have a cabin for you, we'll build one. Hera's cabin is honorary, Artemis' cabin gets occupied by the Hunters of Artemis whenever they show up."

Emma noticed he seemed bitter about the last part, but didn't push it. "So..um...where's Cabin 11?"

Nico grimaced. "That building where everyone's crowding around. Which means the Stolls, head counselors of Cabin 11, have done something stupid again. Heremes is the god of travelers, pranks, and messengers, so keep your eyes on your stuff, don't get on their bad side, watch for pranks, and don't believe everything the duo tell you. You can go settle in later...preferably after the crowd's gone."

"S-so...what do I do while waiting?"

Nico smirked. "Get a weapon, of course."

Emma stared at him. "What?"

"You want to survive, don't you?" She nodded. "Then you need a weapon." He led her to a large shed, that was full of various items. Some were gold, most were bronze. A few were of unknown materials.

"We just got in some Imperial Gold stuff, but that's mostly used by Roman demigods. You'll probably want a Celestial Bronze weapon, but to be honost, it's up to you. Just pick out anything that meets your eye and if it feels right, take it." Nico leaned against the door to watch and wait.

Emma looked around and carefully picked up a bronze sword. Weighing it in her hands, it felt...

"Way too big and bulky."

Emma almost dropped the sword. "H-how'd you know?"

Nico raised an eyebrow. "Not much else to do when you hang around in the Underworld, so I sometimes chat with the spirits. Learned a few things along the way. Such as how to analyze weapons." He picked up a small sword. "Try this."

Emma hesitantly took it. "Much better."

"Try swinging it. Don't worry if you hit stuff-there's a reason this place is a mess."

Emma swung it. "Feels alright."

"Great. You can learn how to wield it later. For now, you can drop your stuff in the Hermes cabin, the mob's gone now. Dinner's in 10, just look for the overcrowded table. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a seaweed-brained camper to go punch in the face." Nico said, leaving.

Emma looked at the sword, then at the back of the boy waking off, then at the sword again, before finally leaving the weapon shed to Cabin 11.

What a weird guy. She wondered how long he'd been here.

So...didn't end up how I expected. Ah well. Let me know what you think and please criticize freely! Oh and good news-I've gotten 1/5 of my full-length story done :)