"wow. You have a lot of books."

" yeah?" she let out a breathy laugh. " I guess I do. But I didn't buy them all at the same time. And at least half of them are used."

"I never said there was anything wrong with that." I said. She looked at me. We were in her room. Why had I chosen to follow her? I had other things to do with my life…. Not very important things, but still.

" so…" she said.

"so…what?" my eyes flicked past the many titles on her two black bookshelves.

"uh.. well.." she paused.

"I think this is going to sound like a stupid question but-" I turned to her.

"there are no stupid questions."

"ok. Well then, if demigods are real and so is camp half blood, then…who wrote the books? Because... well, you know, the different point of views." I continued looking at her bookshelves until I found the volume I was looking for. Or at least one of them.

"well… Percy Jackson, or... uhhh…heroes of Olympus I guess, says it's written by Rick Riordan. Right?" I started, holding the blood of Olympus.

"yeah."

"well… we, the demigods, actually wrote the different points of view, each of us writing our own point of view. The first five books were written entirely by Percy. But, we say rick Riordan wrote them."

"so.. is rick Riordan just a pen name? like.. dr. Seuss or Carolyn Keene.." She asked. Who was Carolyn Keene?

"uh... no. he's a real person. He interacts with the readers, you know, on twitter and stuff."

"I think I understand. You guys are ghost writers."

"…I don't know what that means." I said.

"ghost writers. Writers that write the books for the author. But the readers don't know that."

"oh…then…. yeah."

"cool. So... you really tried lugging the Athena Parthenos half way across the world and almost dissolved into shadow?" I grimaced.

"yeah."

"you are a real idiot, you know that."

"yeah." We went silent for a while.

" why did you choose to tell me all of this?" she said out of nowhere.

"what do you mean?"

"well... like you being Nico di Angelo. The Nico di Angelo."

" what can I say? I like freaking people out. And I wanted to see if you'd believe me. And.." I drew my sword. "if you could see through the mist."

"oh, ok…. And I've never seen through the mist before."

"hey." I turned and put the book back on the shelf and sheathed my sword.

" what?"

Her jaw dropped when I said it.

"Do you want to come to camp half-blood with me.?"