I'm so sorry it took so long to update, I've had the first part written for at least three weeks, yet had no time to finish it. And since the original part of this story (Dru) is a real character in my one of my own novels I was working on the back story of a new character that will be introduced next chapter. (And messing around with a Dru, Terra Nova, Greek God crossover after I watched the season final, I might publish with all the other Dru adventure stories later on) Read and Review please!

This is where it ends. This is where it began. So long ago. Too long, have I forgotten? I do not know, the duty I was created for is not the same now as it was then. Fades of Grey have shrouded was is and what was. I do not expect someone to hear this, I have come to expect nothing. No, these are the empty thoughts of a warrior who has seen too much, done too much. I wander, trapped, I am not sure where or how, yet I know I cannot be saved. Though that never stopped anyone from trying. Why they try, why they risk their lives for me, I have no comprehension of. Each day is gift, not a given right, and yet they risk it off of pure primitive, barbaric emotion for someone, something that doesn't need it. Perhaps this is punishment, my fate for failing. You must understand I did not think someone like me could die, and I have no control. I choose my path because it was right. Others cannot comprehend it for they cannot step back from the carnage, the war, the ethics, and see the world for what it really is. I can, and it cost me my life. It cost others their lives. This was not what was supposed to happen, yet I never knew what , I knew this day would come, and so did they. Why else would they give me this….this Gift. For this is my final goodbye; for if anyone….anything can hear me….all they hear are the broken words of a broken warrior. One who has for too long fought…..for too long sacrificed herself to the worlds. Their is a reason I never took heart in those I called family, for their is a difference between the ability to love and the ability to be loved. To love is a curse for one such as I; knowing one day you will betray them, to look into their broken souls as you side against them and bring about harm you despised. Knowing one day you fail them. Love, the impossible emotion of the Balance.

"Are you sure about this?" Percy asked for the hundredth time as he turned off of the main road onto a windy one lane street.

"Percy, for the hundredth time yes! Jason said that Siobhan is going back to the Compound with them and that the detectives will come after us if they leave. Besides, Shannon said Dru never really spent time in Boston. Even on business she could not wait to leave!"

"So where are we going?" Thalia asked.

"Virginia."

"Virginia!" Nico cried.

"Why are we going to Virginia!" Thalia demanded.

"Shannon said theirs a group of Nephilim who have had a recently encountered with Dru. Right before us, it might help to go talk to them."The four demigods spent the next ten hours switching off driving, all except for Nico, they had learned at the five hour marker that Nico was not a pleasant driver, taking turns too fast causing whoever was in the backseat to slam into each other, painfully. By the time they reached the limits of Caroline County, Virginia they were wired on sugar from Dunkin' Donuts.

"Turn here." Annabeth instructed Percy, pointing to a small road coming up on their right.

"Are you sure Annabeth?" Thalia asked.

"Yeah, for a navigator you do a pretty bad job." Nico agreed drowsily.

"Positive." Annabeth declared, as Percy turned. The small road was windy and isolated in a forest of trees. When the forest finally broke a beautiful sight emerged in front of the demigods. Acres and acres of lushes green grass, rolling hills, pristine white fences, an enormous white ranch house and stables, horses roamed the pastures. The was a large sign, that after some difficulty, the demigods managed to read it read: Bellatores Prata

"What is that?" Nico asked.

"More like, what does it mean? Percy suggested.

"I think its Latin." Annabeth scowled, at the mystery.

"Well, were about to find out." Percy said as he drove up the driveway to the house. Thalia was out of the car before it was even fully stopped, bounding up the stairs and ringing the doorbell before Percy, Annabeth, and finally Nico reached the door, which was promptly opened by an older woman. One of those women who you could hardly believe were old enough to have grandchildren. She was about the same height as Annabeth or Thalia with silver hair, and thin limbs, she wore jeans, an oversized knit sweater, and slippers.

"Demigods?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, ma'am where looking for –"

"Dru, yes, I should have guess. Please, come in." The woman moved out of the way, allowing the demigods to enter. The house seemed larger on the inside, large windows (that Annabeth declared where French in style) where placed strategically throughout the five stories to let in the optimal amount of light. Clean lines, and style made the house look ageless, Annabeth was in heaven.

"Your home is beautiful." Annabeth breathed.

"Thank you, it was built many years ago by my ancestors." The woman said, leading the demigods to a spacious living room and beckoned them to take a seat."

Are you Nephilim?" Thalia asked.

"Yes, my family can be traced back to the beginnings of Preolation."

"Can you tell us about Dru?" Percy asked.

"Oh yes, however first, I believe some introductions are in order. My name is Lily Grey and I am a daughter of Nephilim." Nico's face darkened slightly as the woman, Lily, told them her name.

"I'm Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon."

"The curse you bear is unique, fitting to the Hero of Olympus."

"Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena."

"Athena…..I should have guessed. Your eyes, I can just see that mind of yours working."

"Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus."

"Again, fitting."

"Nico di Angelo, son of Hades."

"The Ghost King, it is no wonder you felt sorrow to my name. You met them, haven't you?" Lily asked.

Nico nodded solemnly, "They were the first to tell me of Dru."

"I am surprised you saw them at all, do you know if they moved on?"

"Almost immediately." Nico assured her.

"Oh, thank the Angeles, for so long I have worried." A small smile came to Lily, her mind at peace that her family was safe…..honored, even in death.

"Ms. Grey, I was wondering what your sign meant?" Annabeth asked politely, curious to what the writing meant.

"Please, call me Lily, and it's Latin for Warriors Meadows." Lily smiled. "A clue for any Nephilim seeking asylum."

"How did you know we're demigods?" Percy asked.

"The magical essence that surrounds you, your aura, its unique for your race and for yourself. After so many years of fighting, it's natural to know."

"What can you tell us about Dru?" Thalia asked.

"That," Lily began, rising from her chair to pace, "Is a very long story, filled with much hardship and loss. One I believe is left until morning, when my granddaughter and her friends return, they too wish to know."

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