Nico's POV

I walked out my cabin and found Jake fighting with his brother, Brad, fighting.

Jake: Shaggy blonde hair, crystal colored eyes, light tan skin from the fires of the forges, baggy faded yellow forging shirt, faded white pants covered in oil with buckle boots up to his knees.

Brad: Bleach blonde hair, brown eyes, orange Camp shirt, blue oil stained jeans and boots, skin is tanner than Jake's.

I sighed at them. "What are you guys fighting about this time?"

"He stole my invention!" Jake complained.

"Did not!" Brad argued.

"Liar!"

"I'm not!"

"That's what you said last time!"

"So?!"

"Jake, Nico, I need to borrow you two for a few minutes if you two aren't busy," we heard Chiron said.

All three of us looked at him.

"Well, hi, Chiron!" Brad smiled at him.

"Hello Brad. Now. Jake, Nico, are you two busy?"

"No! Not at all!" We said in unison.

"Alright then, follow me." He walked off and I followed. Jake pushed down Brad and followed afterwards.

"Hey!" Brad called out.


Chiron, Jake, and I walked into the Big House and we saw a boy who looked interested in ping-pong table that had a few cheese stains on. The boy poked the cheese stains as if he never seen cheese in his life. He probably never had by the way he looked like.

Boy: has black shaggy hair that covers half-way yet streaks in bangs have purple in it. Eyes are cold black and light reflects off of it as if light, itself, was afraid to touch him. He had pale, white skin. Wear a gray un-zipped hooide, showing black shirt, gray shaggy jeans, a black belt, and black vans.

"Aww. It's a boy," Jake complained.

I smack his head.

"No fighting," Chiron told us. "This is Zion. I need you two to show him around then take him to his cabin."

"What cabin?" I asked.

"Zwen's."

I saw Jake's face turn pale from the corner of my eyes. "Who?"

"Jake, tell him the legend after you finish the tour wit Zion."

"Al-Alright," Jake stuttered.


We showed Zion around and we told him about all the epic things about camp but he seemed like he wasn't even paying attention to anything we were saying. He was reading a book called The Number Devil: A Mathematical Adventure. I gagged in disgusted.

"Why are you reading that? Isn't Algebra already good enough having numbers and letters together then having a book about math?" I told him

He stayed quiet.

"Hey. You there?"

He stayed quiet.

I sighed and waved my in front of his face.

He stayed quiet.

"You're boring."

"Nico, leave him alone. If he wants to read then let him read," Jake said, sounding a bit worried.

"Why? He isn't doing anything. He's like a statue, reading."

Zion turned the page.

"OH MY GOD HE MOVED!"

"I don't think you should you should be poking his face," Jake told me.

"What? He won't do anything. Look, see?" I said, poking Zion's face.

Zion closed his book and raised it. I blinked at him but then he slapped slapped my face with it so hard, I thought I heard my neck crack.

"OW!"

"Baka.." He muttered then went back to reading.

"Wha?" I asked, rubbing my cheek. "Jake, I think I found out why he can't talk! He speaks Japanese!"

Jake rolled his eyes, "Then why would he be reading a book in English?"

"Oh. Right."

I glanced at Zion and found him smirking a bit. I pouted at him.

"Let's just show him to his stinking cabin already," I told to Jake as I walked off.


Sure enough, there was a cabin there I never sen before in my life.

Cabin: low gray-silver-black building with a little bit of steps leading up to it. Two torches beside the door had black flames. A black snake was designed on the outline of the door.

"What's with the snake and fire?" I asked.

Jake gave me a glance saying Shut-Up-If-You-Value-Your-Life. I gave him a What? look.

Zion stared at the cabin then slowly walked to it. He touched the black snake on the outline of the door. He looked at the cabin as if it was his home that he hadn't seen in a LONG TIME. I expected him to at least say thank you for showing him around but instead he just grabbed his bag and walked inside.

"YA WELCOME!" I yelled at him. Jake smacked my head. "Ow! What was that for?!"

"That's a son of Zwen! Never disrespect her or any of her children!"

"What? Why?"

He sighed, "First, let's go to Guyy. He might help back me up if I forget anything in legend."

"Shouldn't it be called 'story' not 'legend'? Legends, after all, are made up."

He glared at me.

"I'm just saying. . ."


A/N: And that, my friends. Is the beginning of this story. Next chapter I'll post the Legend of Zwen, the Hidden Goddess. So that way you'll understand why this FanFiction is called The Hidden Goddess Hope you enjoyed!

Author's P.S Note: In case you who are reading this haven't heard, in every one of my stories I shall write One-Shots for you. All you do is either: Review or PM me and wait for when every I post the chapter. Btw, no yaoi nor yuri. I can't do Yaoi and yuri is to uncomfortable for me. Now! I must leave to RP! Ta-ta! Remember Creepy Pasta :P