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As much as I would like to, the genius Rick Riordan owns PJO and HoO.

NICO

Nico di Angelo walked around inside his cell, every so often rattling on the bars. They wouldn't budge. It had been three days since he'd been trapped. Three days with only leftovers to eat. Three days since Gaia had taken him. He missed his friends, and his missed his sister.

"Stupid Gaia," he grumbled. "I could've helped Dad to close the stupid doors, if she hadn't caught me. Stupid skeletons, stupid disarming tactic, stupid, stupid, stupid!" Nico wished that he hadn't announced that he was the son of Hades, and that they had no rights using the Doors of Death.

Once again, Nico wished that he was still living in 1941, with his sister and mother. Before Zeus killed his mother, Maria di Angelo, and he and his sister Bianca had been put in the Lotus Hotel and Casino for seventy years, before being 'rescued' by the Fury Alecto. Before Bianca had joined the Hunters of Artemis, gone on a quest and died. Before his life had been ruined.

An Earth-born - one of Gaia's servants - tossed him some old meat, that had wolf-drool on it. Not at all appetising, but Nico was hungry, he ate anything he could lay his hands on. Even though his 'meal' wasn't cooked, Nico's hunger won over him, and within five seconds, it had been demolished.

Immediately, he began to feel sick. But at least this time, he had been expecting it - all of Gaia's prison food did it. Nico sat down, and leaned against the wall, wondering if anyone was searching for him, like they had for Percy Jackson. Not likely. He thought. Now, he knew that the search had been a complete waste of time. The next thing he knew, his eyes were closing, and Nico fell asleep, only to receive dreams. Bad dreams.

A girl with short, black hair and electric blue eyes was in Camp Jupiter, with a boy who had the same eyes, but blonde hair. Thalia. Nico's dream-self thought. Thalia turned to face the boy. "Wait, so tell me it again. I can't believe what I'm hearing."

The boy sighed, but was smiling at the same time. "I've already told you twice, how many more times?" She raised her eyebrows, in an go on, then sort of way.

"After campfire last night, Hera-Juno just gave me back. She said 'Your friends have done well, Jason Grace.' or something."

Thalia hugged Jason, squealing. "Yay! So, you're not a fake Jason sent by Gaia."

He shrugged. Nico's dream self was struggling to keep up. Wait, Jason's surname is Grace? Isn't that Thalia's surname, too? Then he looked at their eye colour again. Oh, they must be true-siblings, like me and…Bianca. But, wait. What?

Before he could see anymore of Graces', the dream changed, and he found himself in a boat. A Latino Santa's elf stood nearby, looking at a map of some sort, with a girl with red-brown hair, and kaleidoscope eyes. They seemed to be disagreeing over something.

The girl crossed her arms. "I'm telling you, Leo! We have to, or else," her voice softened, "Or else there's no point."

Leo faced her. "But we have no clue where in the name of Hades where she might be, Piper! Or that other one-" he was cut off.

"Leo! You're a genius!"

Leo grinned. "I know…wait, I am?" He frowned.

Piper shook her head, smiling. "Annabeth said she would join Gaia, so she must have a plan!"

Leo shrugged. "So?"

Reyna walked in. "I've heard it all. And, yes, Piper, maybe. He was…mysterious. You'll have to ask Percy, or Hazel - they know him better than I do."

Piper nodded appreciatedly at her. Then she focused on Leo again. "Look, Leo. You have to trust me on this. You know for yourself, Annabeth always has a plan, right? Well, since she's Gaia personal assistant, then Gaia must have taken her to Rome - her base. Then, Gaia told Hazel she'd find him in Rome. Coincidence? I think not. So, once Annabeth sees him, she'll be able to figure out the rest of her plan. Make sense?"

Leo shook his head. "No."

Piper groaned, face-palming herself.

Nico woke up, cold. He glanced at his watch. How long had he been out? It read 3:07. He stood up groggily. His guards had changed. apart from that, everything was the same. Still the same rotten-flesh smell. Still the same blood-stains on the floors. Nico wondered if how long he would be there for. If it was ages, then maybe he should call it 'home'.

He walked over the black bars, and peered through them. An earthy face formed on the opposite wall, and someone - Nico couldn't tell who - walked up to him. Grey eyes shone through an owl-shaped helmet. A bronze knife gleamed on their belt. Blonde curls poked out of the helmet. Nico had a horrible feeling that he knew this guard. The guard looked a him, as if they were trying to decide something about him, just by looking.

Now that his guard was closer, Nico realized that he did know them. But, why? He thought.

The guard turned. "Shall I make him fight, mistress?"

The face shook, like if it had a neck, it would be shaking the head. No, you don't. Excellent idea, though. I might use it on some of our other prisoners.

The girl glowed with pride. "Thank you, mistress. What shall we do with him, then?" She looked at Nico in disgust.

Now, now. Be kind, he may have just had his last sleep. Take him out. Bring him to me in my chambers - I would like to deal with him…personally. The face faded into the wall, and Nico's cell door (which had just appeared) opened, creaking.

The girl nodded at his two guards, who, before he could react, pulled him out, yanking his arms behind his back, binding him in chains. Nico hated chains - they reminded him of when Kelli the empousa and Minos had trapped him in the Labyrinth. That was before Luke had been turned into Kronos, before he'd claimed himself as the Ghost King.

One of the guards kneed him in the back, so hard that Nico's vision went blurry for a moment or two. The other growled, "Go on, stalling won't stop us."

Nico begrudgingly stepped forward. If only he had his Stygian iron sword, then he'd be able to cut through the chains, and see if the girl was who he thought she was.

"Move it!" Up ahead, the girl turned around. She noticed him staring, and scowled. Then she spoke into her watch, like a spy in a movie.

Nico couldn't hear what she said, but he definitely wanted a go with her watch-walkie-talkie-thing. He paced forward, getting a bad feeling inside. Now, the girl's face - though she still wore a helmet - was clear. He knew her, alright.

They reached the end of the cold corridor, and the girl faced the wall. She touched part of it, entered a key-code, thumb-print scanner, eye-scanner, you name it. It may have been Nico's imagination, but he thought that he even saw a tooth scanner. Wow, they are really tight on security. Nico thought.

The wall slide across, revealing a green-gold room, with weapons just hanging around, as if they were ornaments. "Now, you will speak only when spoken to, and only move when asked to. You will only answer her questions, and nothing but her questions. Understood?" In the blink of an eye, the guard stood next to him, her knife at his throat. Nico nodded as much as he could, without being stabbed. She withdrew the knife. "Good."

She led him into the room, the wall sliding back behind them. The face and shoulders of a woman were forming on the opposite wall, while the guard stepped forward. "Mistress, here is our prisoner, Nico di Angelo, son of Hades," she spat the last part. "He's agreed with the conditions, you may begin." She walked to a spot behind him, and Nico heard a knife being drawn.

The face smiled warmly at Nico. He scowled back. "Now, now. That's not very nice, is it?" The face pouted. Neither is keeping me prisoner here! Nico countered. The face continued; "You may have guessed, I am Gaia, the mistress. All I want with you, is information on your friends."

"Then what will you do with me?" Nico regretted it as soon as he finished. A quiet growl came from behind.

Gaia smiled again, but it was more of an apologetic one. "Now, now, Nazish. That is not how we treat our 'guests', is it?"

Nico frowned. Nazish? He racked his brain - he'd heard it somewhere, but where? Then he remembered the meaning of Nazish - Persian, and it meant pride. Pride, grey-eyes, bronze knife…Nico froze. He knew exactly who Nazish was. But…why?

"So, what exactly were you doing, looking for the Doors of Death?" Gaia's voice made him refocus. It also made Nico curious. What was she doing there?

"Umm, I was trying to close them to stop someone," Nico answered.

"Oh, really, who?"

"I think you know."

Gaia smiled coyly. "Very well, if you must be like that. But, tell me, Nico," he shivered at the way she said his name, "you could put an end to suffering in that cell, by joining me. You would be immortal, unharmable, never suffer another moment or pain again. What is your answer?"

Nico was shocked. How could Gaia want him to join? He would never accept it. But before he could reply, she continued; "If you don't join me, then you'll suffer forever, still not being able to die. Either way, you can't die."

Nico swallowed. "What if I were to join, but act like a spy?"

Gaia narrowed her eyes. "No deal! Nazish, take him back. Then scout the reinforcements. We need to be strong."

"Yes, mistress." Nazish led him back to the cell, but it had been modified. There was a chair, a bed, a flaming torch. Yet something was wrong. It didn't look welcoming. Chains hung from the grey ceiling, spikes pointed out of the metal bars. Nico gulped. This wasn't a cell. It was a torture machine.

So, who is the mysterious girl? Some may know, some may not. You may need to wait a long time to find out. Also, I found that Nazish means pride on a baby names website, so I didn't make the definition, the website did. Sorry if it's wrong.

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