AN: So, my computer is in the shop now so I actually lost the scene that was supposed to go up. Hopefully I won't have lost anything storywise (because I write actual stories, not just fan fiction and I haven't backed up my stuff in a couple months) but I also don't know when I'll actually get my computer back so for now you're going to get this shot. The vague request from a guest for a son of Nike on his way to camp was the one that I was working on, so hopefully I'll get my laptop back and it will be up soon. Going to make it difficult to write my other two stories. Ugh.

So for now, meet Nia, who is also on her way to camp.

Petunia stabbed and stabbed, even as the monster turned to green dust. Then she just knelt there and cried, too stressed to think about moving on. Going further. She didn't even know where she was going, and now her guide was dead. Her stupidly brave Satyr protector, dead about a mile back to try and give her time to get away from the creature.

She was afraid of what would happen if she went further, and if her father's warnings when she was young were anything to go by she wouldn't be getting any assistance from her mother, who viewed her as a mistake. Yeah, the stupid goddess had decided a little late that having a daughter was a bad idea.

Whoops.

Her father had refused to the very end to divulge the name of her mother.

Fantastic.

Grady, the satyr that just died, had said he had some ideas about who her mother might have been. Might be. But now he was dead.

And if Nia saw one more skeleton or zombie, she was going to just let it kill her. She would be screaming, but she would just stop fighting.

She finally looked up, right into a flower. Anemones, so deep a purple as if Aphrodites tears had just fallen to the earth.

She picked one, trying to remember what her books said about the meaning. Something about good luck...and protection against evil.

Gods knew she needed all the help she could get, so picked a second and tucked it into her shoe laces, then stood up and looked around. She had to get to this camp. She had to be close to that safe place that Grady had told her of. Her life had seemed to be looking up since she had met Grady. He had told her about the happy outcome from other half-bloods that he had brought to camp. A daughter of Demeter who was going to college in Minnesota. Two brothers, sons of Hermes, one of which was going to college in Michigan. The other which was a counselor at this camp that Grady was leading her to. Another daughter of Hermes. A son of Athena.

Overall, he had led twelve halfbloods safely to the camp.

So, logically, he died while bringing the thirteenth. On a friday. On the sixth day, of the sixth month, at 6 minutes past 6 in the morning.

And Nia's watch would forever remind her of that, having broken the moment he died as she hit the cement.

She started walking, taking a sort of eastern direction as her direction of choice. She had no idea where she was actually supposed to go, but she had to keep moving. Just like she had to keep moving, even after her father had died. Just like she had had to keep moving despite being put in that stupid foster home.

She picked some bell flowers as she passed them, even though they were just symbolic of unchanging love, honesty, and obedience. Her father used to tell her the story of Venus' looking glass, how the flowers were born of the shattering of her mirror when Cupid tried to retrieve it from a shepherd.

A sob escaped her as she tripped, aggravated the cuts, scrapes, and bruises. When she looked back on the path that she had chosen to take, she could see flowers ahead of her that hadn't been there before.

She limped forward until she got to the tree that the flowers had been by.

Queen Anne's Lace...but it was again about ten feet ahead of her.

Nia swallowed, despite feeling like she hadn't had a drink of water in eight years, and started limping forward again. Queen Anne's Lace...signifies complexity and delicateness...and is symbolic of...

She caught her breath as she leaned against an obliging sugar maple. She knew. She knew that she knew what the flowers symbolized. Why couldn't she remember?

A monster jumped at her from out of what seemed to be thin air.

She screamed and stabbed. And stabbed.

The monster screeched and dissipated.

Nia gagged, then pushed herself forward. She had to keep moving. She had to get to safety. For Grady. For her father. To prove to her mother that she wasn't a mistake. To live to an older age and open a flower shop, where she would make meaningful and gorgeous bouquets, and do floral arrangements for weddings. She might even dabble in edible flowers made of chocolate, or sugar, or maybe fruit. Frosting. Yogurt.

Then ahead of her, there was a bunch of Queen Anne's Lace.

And beyond that there were kids with weapons and armor, in a group formation.

She remembered what it symbolized, feeling like an idiot for not being able to remember.

Sanctuary.

AN: So, because I'm trying to keep these scene below 1,000 words, I'm going to do a second part to her story so we can see her in camp. This all is taking place while Ria...shoot. I just made Ria and Nia. Crap. I didn't mean to do that. Too late now.