Raindrop again. So, the last chapter was in Erin's POV, and this one will be in Santana's again. We have decided that all of the chapters will overlap with each other. I'd now like to thank

Tora the Storm and Artemis-girl123 for reviewing our lovely story.

Now, ON WITH THE DISCLAIMER!

Hart: Neither of us own PJO…

Me: *crying* It's so SAD!

Hart: *raises an eyebrow*Get over yourself!

Erin: *miffed that her POV was so short*Get on with the STORY!

Me: *sheepishly*Oh, right…

(SPOV)

Yes, ok, maybe I was a little paranoid. But I'm asking if you were going to be tortured by the love goddess, wouldn't you be worried too? No? Wow you're stupid. But anyway, here I was, cowering on my top bunk, holding the two most valuable childhood items I had close to my chest, in the fetal position. I was hugging my stuffed monkey (one of Persephone's sacred animals) Boris, whom I'd made at "The Bear Barn" when I was five, tightly. Nico was trying to talk sense into me.

"Tana, it's really not healthy for you to stay up there all day!" Nico said his voice barely under a yell. I don't know what happened, I snapped I guess.

"And it wasn't healthy for you to try to bring Bianca back!" I argued. His face dropped, and he looked at me, pained for a split second before his eyes hit the floor.

"No! I- I didn't mean it, its just that, I'm paranoid! As if it's not hard enough just living with you, now I know that she'll be messing with my emotions too, I just… can't," I said, trying to explain how scared I was… Aphrodite shouldn't be underestimated.

"At least you know that," the goddess' silky voice said in my mind.

"Yes Lady Aphrodite" I thought.

"I know, and I know you're scared, having an immortal mixing around in your personal space is never fun," Nico told me, the Bianca comment at least forgiven if not forgotten.

"What was your prophecy?" I asked him, remembering how earlier today he'd said that Rachel, the Oracle, had foretold my life.

"Umm… well… you see…" Nico stammered, a nice scarlet coat covering his cheeks.

"Oh come on! It can't be that bad!" I laughed.

"The ghost king journeys to the great plains,

There he finds the girl, who has caused great complaints

A fifteen year old, who knows too much

His friends shall find her, just her luck.

A girl and a boy find their hearts in each other

Though it seems wrong, they have no other," he quoted. My smile dropped at his solemn tone, but I couldn't stop my heart from skipping a beat with the last two lines. Maybe it could mean us, but that could also be so many others… but only Percy and Annabeth had been on the quest with him.

"That's different…" I said, unable to say anything else.

"So, you know all about me, tell me about you," he requested, to get off the subject of the prophecy.

"I'd rather not," I said, nearly snapping at him, "Wouldn't you like to know what Percy did before he met you?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"Why do you get to know everything about my past and I can't know anything about yours?" he asked me incredulously.

"I'm a very passive person. I can't believe I've been able to stand having all these people around," I told him, trying to get him to get away from the subject.

"We're cabin mates, you have to tell me about your life, or else I can only assume the worst," he said, trying to bait me. I'm sad to say that he got me, hook, line and sinker.

"Fine. You want to know about my life? Ok here it is. When I was born my mom, the woman who raised me, was working all the time, and I never got to spend any time with her. My dad got me every other weekend, because they weren't married, and he lived two hours away from us. My grandma took care of me, and I was an only child, but I had to be quiet all the time, because my grandpa worked the graveyard shift at his job, causing him to sleep during the day. I had no friends until I started school. I started school when I was four. I had a best friend, she had the same first name as me, and her step father was abusive. About halfway through the year, her mom came to school, and gave me a copy of her school picture, telling me she had died. He had hit her skull against a brick wall, and she bled to death. She was four freaking years old! After that, I was really sad, and I didn't make any more friends for at least three more years, and my new closest friend got mad at me, and hit me in the temple with a math textbook and gave me a concussion but everything turned out fine. Around the same time, my dad got married to this evil woman. She had two sons, and she was terrible. She broke at least twenty wooden spoons across my body, dented a baking pan on my head, broke a mirror on my stomach, and dragged me out from under my bed scratching my back with the nails and so on. Her eldest son Matthew jumped on my back, pushed me in front of an ongoing semi truck, hit me in the spine with a metal baseball bat, and scratched me all the time with his nails. Two years later my dad divorced her, started dating my current step mom, and I graduated from the fifth grade into middle school. I had no friends, and I was an easy target. So then I only had Michaela, and she was the third true friend I had ever made, and the first friend I had made since I was seven. We became really close. We stayed close throughout middle school, and as we went into high school I made another close friend, Erin, she was on the dance team with me, and in nearly every one of my classes. Then the three of us were extracted from school and brought here. That's my life in a nutshell," I told him the abridged, yet full, story of my life. Nico just stood there, shocked that I'd spilled my entire life to him, in a span of three minutes.

"Why wouldn't he be?" Aphrodite's voice asked.

"How should I know?" I asked her.

"Because he LOVES you," she teased in my head.

"That's… I would have never guessed… can I do something for you?" he asked me, after stuttering a few lines.

"Like what?" I asked him, truly wondering what he though he could do. I had a feeling it had to do with either meeting Persephone, or seeing Krystal again. He was about to answer when Michaela, dragging Erin, barged in the door screaming

"Tana you better not have done anything stupid!" glaring into the cabin.

"Like what?" Nico asked. I really hoped she wasn't thinking about the same stupid thing I was.

"Like trying to kill yourself!" Erin blurted out, before slapping her palm against her mouth. Nico looked at me in horror.

"You what?" he asked me shocked. I looked away from all of them. I don't know how Erin had even found out…. The only thing I had ever done involving that was… the poem. I turned around and glared at Michaela right in her eyes.

"You read my poem. You took it out of the trash and read it!" I accused her. She looked down, and nodded.

"Why?" I asked her rhetorically.

"You never tossed you work, I had to see what it was," she said. I glared at her, and turned to Nico.

"What was it you had wanted to do for me?" I asked him, really wanting to get away from my friends and this subject.

"Umm… How'd you like to meet your mom?" he asked, surprised that I'd turned back to that subject.

"When are we leaving?" I asked him, my eyes watering. He looked at me, shocked, that I'd agreed.

"Umm… now. You don't mind shadow travel do you?" he asked me. I shook my head.

"Wait, you're going to the underworld?" Michaela asked me.

"Don't you have to worry about that Charon guy?" Erin questioned.

"I've got the son of Hades with me! I don't need to worry about him," I smiled. She passed a knowing glance between me and Nico. I blushed, and I know Michaela noticed, because she smiled at me. I rolled my eyes, and took Nico's hand as he started to evaporate into the shadows. When the sensation stopped, and I opened my eyes, and we were in front of big black gates, with the palace of Hades directly in front of us.

"Wow, even though the books describe it perfectly, I couldn't be prepared to actually see it," I announced.

"Let's go meet your mom," he told me happily, and it was almost like he was the Nico from

"The Titan's Curse" and not the one I had met in person. He took me by the wrist and led me into the building. There were skeletons guarding every door, and dark twisting hallways almost like a Labyrinth, but I know nothing like the real one… as we arrived in the throne room, I saw the man who had been in the suit today in the pavilion this morning. Beside him, in the slightly smaller, yet still monstrous throne, was a beautiful woman with multicolored eyes, brown hair, and a stunning smile.

"Mother?" I asked in awe, even though I knew it must be her. She looked like a normal soccer mom in a sundress.

"Yes, Santana. It is a joy to finally meet you," she spoke.

"Father," I heard Nico say warningly in the background.

"So you admit that she is yours?" Hades asked Persephone with an eyebrow cocked.

"I do. And I love her all the same, It's not like I hate your son either, so if you don't mind please show my daughter some respect," she answered adamantly, and the part about Nico grudgingly.

"Nico, go to your room," Hades ordered, and Nico was popped away in a light puff of smoke.

"You too darling," my mother said kindly.

"Wait, I have a-" I was cut off by being popped into the room that was supposedly mine. It was beautiful; there were dead plants that sprang to life when I set foot into it. The once dull ceiling was glittered with stars, and there was a pleasant grassy smell. Soon Nico walked into the room and let out a whistle, startling me.

"This place is something…" he trailed off.

"You should have seen it before I came in," I told him, so he opened the door, and when I stepped out, everything dulled, and died once again. I set foot into the room and it teemed with life.

"That's amazing," he announced, clearly mystified.

"So, while they're talking what are we gonna do?" I asked him.

"Let's go visit a friend of yours," he suggested, taking my arm and shadow traveling us to the happiest place in Hades, Elysium.

"Why are we in Elysium?" I questioned. It didn't seem like too bad a place to go when you die.

"I thought you'd want to see someone," he replied looking back at me. I looked at him in shock.

"How did… how?" I asked.

"You kinda talk in your sleep, and you mentioned a Krystal Jones, I can only assume you meant the young daughter of Thanatos," Nico admitted.

"Daughter… daughter of Thanatos?" I choked. All he did was nod as he led me through the small crowds of Elysium. I recognized several people from the books, like Beckendorf and Silena, Lee, Castor, Ethan, even Luke, but in the shadows away from all the people, spirits, whatever, was Bianca. She hadn't chosen rebirth yet, which means absolutely nothing in the second series had started yet, because it all starts after Hazel comes back, and she's only alive after Bianca is reborn. Then we came across a girl, who looked about our age, and when we were close enough, she gasped.

"Son of Hades," she said falling to her knees.

"No need daughter of Thanatos," he smiled at her. She looked at me and tears welled in her eyes.

"Santana!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me, and it shocked me to realize that this was Krystal.

"Hi Krys, what's up?" I asked casually, letting a few tears slide down my face.

"You're in high school now I presume?" she asked. I nodded, and we ended up talking for the longest time. She told me about her plans for rebirth, but that she was going to wait until after I came to visit her several more times, to have the closure I needed, and about how since she's a child of Thanatos that even in death, she aged. I told her about my life, and how horrible it was after she was gone, and eventually there was nothing left to say. Nico smiled at us like we were making all his hardships worthwhile. We hugged each other again and went our separate ways. Nico and I back to the palace and Krystal back to her home that she probably shared with other spirits.

"Where'd her step dad end up?" I asked him innocently as we went back into my room.

"Same place Percy's first step dad ended up. Fields of Punishment," he said smugly. I smiled, but didn't say anything, and soon enough we were called back into the throne room.

"I do not approve of your existence, but I believe if my wife can stand me having Nico and Bianca, then I can stand you," Hades announced. I smiled, relieved that I wasn't going to get smote.

"I love you darling, and although I don't approve of your romantic future," Persephone started, with a pointed glance at Nico, that neither of the males seemed to catch, "but I love you, and always know that you are my daughter, and that I am proud of what you do," she finished with a smile, and with that, we were suddenly back at camp.

Well that's all for now, Expect Michaela's POV next.

~Raindrop