Percy had shadow travelled to Westover again, promptly collapsing at the sheer energy it took to shadow travel two people across the United States. Luckily for them, the Venom GT was still in the parking lot, so it was only a 40 minute drive to camp.

Under normal circumstances, it would have been funny for a spectator to watch 5'4" Bianca lug a 5'7" Percy into camp. Unfortunately, the circumstances weren't exactly fine and dandy, as demonstrated by the monster siege currently at camp's doorstep.

But there was one nagging problem…

How did they get inside the camp? Shouldn't it have magical borders?

Deciding to save questions for later, Bianca stomped her foot on the ground, creating a hole in the middle of the enemy army that lead straight to Tartarus. Taking out her bow, she started sending arrow after arrow into the enemy ranks - a fact she would be enjoying if it weren't for the sheer numbers of the army.

Dropping her bow (and Percy, but she didn't realize that), Bianca sprinted towards the lead, drawing her twin knives. She became a literal death promise; get within two feet of me and I promise I'll make you reform.

"ENOUGH!" A blast of fire came for Bianca, but she ducked under it and slashed off the leg of a dracaena, revealing the voice. Echidna stood fuming, with Chimera at her side, growling ferally at the champion of the Pit and Night. The monsters made a wide circle around the combatants, sensing an honorable duel was what they wanted.

"Ah, the anteater and the Chihuahua. So nice to see you out of Tartarus! On a vacation, perhaps?" Bianca loved this part, where she could just jab at them with words and make them angry, reckless and irrational.

"Fool! You shall beg for my mercy when we're done! I -" Echidna's words were cut short when two throwing knives embedded themselves into her and her partner's foreheads.

Echidna didn't stop talking for a few seconds though. "You! Against honor! Dishonor on everyone you -"

Bianca grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the ground. "Listen Anteater, I don't play honorably. Because," and she leaned in close to Echidna's ear as she whispered the last part, "I'm no hero, I'm just a survivor. But I make sure I'm a damn good one." With that, Echidna and the Chimera faded into dust.

The monsters hissed, realizing that their enemy had taken out their unprepared leaders without honor. With renewed vigor, they began their assault on the lone champion fueled by adrenaline and bloodlust.

Bianca was good, there was no denying it. But fighting an army of gargantuan proportions without break was tiring for anyone. Her slashes and chops slowed, her breathing grew more weary, her reaction time dragged on. She started fighting her way back to camp, in hopes that her adrenaline and natural ADHD would save her for long enough.

No such luck. A telkhine's meaty paw sent her sprawling seven meters away. A dracaena's blade sunk into her right shoulder blade. As she took more and more hits, she knew it was only a matter of time before she couldn't even stand anymore, and that would be the end of her.

She felt her knees buckling, begging to be released. No, she pushed herself. I would take as long as I can to die.

The monsters jeered, knowing her end was soon. One particularly large hellhound stepped towards her, his red eyes boring into her.

He snarled. "Your life ends here, champion of Night and the Pit." Bianca managed a smile, that hellhound was going to be the first and last time anyone had mentioned Night before Pit.

He lunged, and Bianca weakly dodged. The tail, however, managed to knock her on her back. She didn't get up.

The hound started shaking in what Bianca could only describe as maniacal laughter. He lunged, aiming for her head, when a foot touched her chest and she disappeared, both physically and mentally, as the toll of the day proved too much for her mind to take.

Bianca woke up to two Apollo campers taking notes on her condition. Out of instinct, she wiggled her toes, fingers, and stretched her head. Good, no extremities seem to be missing.

Suddenly, a painful throbbing emerged from her right shoulder blade. Quietly swearing, she laid down gently.

"Holy Hera," one of the campers muttered. "She's awake after three days. I fully expected her to be comatose for two weeks, minimum."

Bianca let out a weak chuckle. "Where I come from, extremely quick healing was commonplace. And where's Percy?"

"If you mean the guy you were carrying into camp, he's on the bed next to yours. With his rate of recovery, he should wake up later today. By the way, I just realized that you took out basically the entire army, and we don't know your name."

"Uh, Bianca di Angelo, daughter of...Hades." She prayed to the named god to let her pass as just one of his children, and received confirmation when she saw a floating skull atop her head. Claiming.

Thankfully, the pair of campers nodded and moved on to the next injured person. (AN: There is no Big Three Pact in this fanfiction. The Great Prophecy is also different but it won't be in this chapter, which I'm writing at 11:30 PM, and have no time to think of words that rhyme.)

Her eyes drifted to the plate set near her, obviously for her to consume. Ambrosia and nectar. Only just realizing how famished she was, she wolfed down two pieces of ambrosia and drained the small glass of nectar. Immediately, she felt the godly effects start to kick in, numbing the pain in her shoulder and her torso.

Another camper walked into the infirmary, passing beds until he came to mine. His sky blue eyes locked onto my onyx ones before uttering, "You have a visitor."

As if cued, Nico di Angelo briskly came to my side. He sat down next to me, and judging by his red eyes and lines down his face, it looked like he'd shed some tears.

"Um…" Bianca faintly remembered comforting Nico when he was six. She couldn't really hold Nico in her arms now, as she was one: bedridden and two: the same height as him. "Hi…"

Nico gave her a glare, but it was filled with sadness more than anything else. You're stuck in this gods damned infir -"

"Nico! Profanity! If I wasn't confined here I would slap you!"

He gave a watery smile. "So you remembered."

"Yeah, of course I did, what did you think all those slaps and pulling on your - wait a second, did you say gods dee'd?"

"Of course, you've been out for three days straight, I wasn't going to be a blustering idiot about the mythological world when you woke up." Nico grinned, but Bianca sensed that there was a tinge of bitterness that she hadn't told him everything.

"Hey, fighting an army over nine thousand strong, plus Echidna and the Chimera, isn't easy."

Nico rolled his eyes. "Why'd you do it anyway? You just arrived at camp, like me. I understand that you've had four years straight to train to become a badass, but you don't have to play hero."

Bianca laughed. "You're the exact opposite of Echidna. I had to tell her that I was no hero, just a survivor. And yet here you are trying to convince me not to be a hero."

His lower lip quavered, just slightly, such a small movement that most people wouldn't have noticed. "I already lost you for four years. I don't want to lose you after only a couple days."

Bianca opened her mouth to speak, but a Hunter entered the infirmary, eyes roaming the room until they landed on the former daughter of Hades. "A quest has been given to the leader of the Hunters, and she requests that you come along."

"What?" Nico looked pissed. "She just got back. You can't expect her to go so soon."

"Silence boy, you will learn to keep your peace before there are physical jabs thrown at you rather than verbal." The Hunter turned back towards Bianca. "Can you walk?"

Bianca gingerly rolled off the bed. Immediately, her right leg agonized in protest, and she mashed a piece of ambrosia and spread it over a bandage. The agony soothed, and in a few seconds she felt no pain at all. "I feel fine now. What does this quest entail?"

"Saving Artemis."

AN: You probably knew that but I don't care. I don't feel like ending on a cliffhanger.