I remember when I found her.
Who else would it be? Short, sarcastic, and irritating.
We were in the original dimension (OD) posing as high school kids. It was me and my family.
After I had been made Nightmare, primordial of Family, Courage, Sarcasm, Heroes, Betrayal, Depression, Unity, Kindness, Darkness, Remembrance, Shadows, and Blind Love, I had been able to pick whoever I wanted to be my Omega team. Even from the dead. So far I had
-My sister, Bianca. Now she's Angeli, minor goddess of Sacrifice. Fourth in command.
My brothers grandfather (only young this time) Sammy, now Blazer, Army Rank General One(ARGO)
Silena, or Dove, primordial of TRUE love and Friendships. Because she was my first friend, besides Percy and Jason. Second in Command.
Beckendorf, because...well, everyone needs Beckendorf. Captain, god of Leadership.
Heros, or Luke. He was good in the end. And a great actor. ARGO.
Minor god of Choices.
Zoë, or Huntress, goddess of Hatred. We all wanted her code name to be Hater. She's awesome when she's not trying to kill you. Third in command.
Castor, now Rare. Primordial of Simplicity and Differences. Everybody liked him. But he's easily forgettable. But not by me. Second in command.
Ethan, now Anger. Somewhere down in that maze we met. Even though he tried to kill me, we're still friends. ARGO.
Michael, or Tech. He's the smart one. He tolerated my energetic ten year old self before he died. ARGO.
Now we're back and in the OD. And it only took until third period to find her.
First period, we introduced ourselves as new students, and got stared at hungrily and mostly eye raped. Then we wiped their minds. Second period, we had English class. It was poetry week. I think I scored pretty well on that quiz. Then we wiped their minds. When we walked into third period (Science) only to be met with a disastrous scene.
There was paint. EVERYWHERE.
And it was canary yellow. There was a girl standing in the middle of all that paint, not a single bit was on her.
We stood in the doorway, confused.
"See, Mr. Freeman. That's why you shouldn't give me projects. This is gonna take weeks for the janitor to clean. Maybe you should have just listened to me. No more projects."
As it turns out, there was a whole class under all that paint. A figure peeled itself away from the wall leaving a body shaped space of clean wall.
"How did you even do this? Paint wasn't even needed in this project! Not even mentioned!"
The girl winced. Her short, curly, brown hair was messy. She had a lean body but was fairly skinny. Her giant, wide, brown eyes were sneaky, but innocent at the same time.
"Sorry. Stuff like that seems to happen a lot."
The yellow figure growled. "I don't want your sarcasm. Clean all this up. Class, were going to the gym. You guys can change into your gym clothes."
Other yellow figures peeled themselves away from the hidden yellow desks and they all filed past us out of the room.
She sighed. "I wasn't being sarcastic."
"Well. Now's the time. We have a lot of questions to ask you." Dove said.
And here we are.
Ten hooded figures and a elf-eared girl standing in a forcefully painted yellow room having a stare off.
"Who are you? Wait no don't answer. Your here to kill me. I knew it. He's trying to kill me. That -" I knew we were about to get a waterfall of new cuss words to add to our collection, so I stopped her.
"Wait. Nobody is killing anyone. I'm here to talk to you."
"Yeah. As if she would not try to kill you seeing as you look like a human weapons room." Blazer whispered.
I turned around.
"What? Would you rather me not explain the whole 'twins that are identical but one knows nothing of the other and the dead alive grandfather that looks exactly like him but nobody is mortal' situation and let you tell her your identity and let her think that your crazy and let her kill you? Huh?" I hissed.
"No," he squeaked.
"That's what I thought." I turned back to the girl. She had been trying to listen to our conversation.
"OK. Let's start from the beginning. My name is Nico di Angelo. Or Nightmare. What's your name?"