This chapter was so fun to write. *eye twitches thinking of some really annoying Mary-Sues* And don't read this is you are a super obsessive Thalico fan who will kill any author who says anything similar what I'll say down here.

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians but I do own the Mary-Sues.

I twirled a lock of my perfectly glossed ebony hair that always stayed in place no matter what I did. Gods, life could not get any better than it was now.

Oh, looks like I forgot to introduce myself. Hi, my name is Ripple Chelsea Streamist. I have jet-black hair that goes all the way down to my tiny, tiny waist and gorgeous sea-green eyes that every other girl would die for. My godly parent is Poseidon if you haven't guessed it by now (which I'm pretty sure you didn't because not everyone can be as smart as me, now can they) and my mom is Coral Streamist and she has her own line of designer perfume. I live in a huge mansion in Brooklyn and I love to shop. I'm also thin enough to be a supermodel but since I'm so noble, I decided to let myself finish school first.

Anyway, back to the story, I was sitting on the edge on the lake and my feet were dipped into the water as cool clouds swirled perfectly above me as if Zeus had positioned them just for me (I'm pretty sure he had since I was his favorite niece.) My notebook lay open next to me and I thought of inspiration for my new poem. Another thing about me, I love to write. It was as if my mom had been Athena and had blessed me with extra awesome-ness that other Poseidon kids didn't have. Except my mom was way more fashionable than that old ugly tasteless hag.

"Hey, you!"

I whipped my head around, ready to punch whoever had addressed me so rudely. Really! How dare they even think of calling me like that! Oh, it was that Zeus girl. What was her name again? Thea? Tharia? Whatever it was, she was in so much trouble with me.

"How dare you even call me like that!" I said angrily. "Don't you know who I am?"

She rolled her eyes, "Jeez, they were right. You are a drama queen."

My eyes went wide and I did that Tyra Banks head roll that only I could pull off, "Oh, no, you didn't?"

She began tapping her foot impatiently, "Look, I was forced to be the one to tell you, okay? And my patience with you is wearing out, fast. So let's make this as quick and painless as possible. I still have to help plan the funeral."

My anger suddenly melted away since I was so kind to care, "Who died?"

"You know my cousin, right? Nico di Angelo? Well he's the one who died. Apparently someone killed him last night in that abandoned warehouse in Upper Manhattan." she turned around and began to walk off in the opposite direction.

The words were hollow in my ears. Impossible! This was all a lie! Nico was my best friend! We were going to celebrate our one year anniversary of being in a relationship tonight! He was going to propose!

Okay, okay, fine. So maybe he wasn't my boyfriend. Or my best friend. Okay, fine, maybe we weren't even friends and he thought I was a creepy stalker but still! Once he realized his blindness and saw what so many other girls lacked, he would get down on one knee and propose on the spot! He couldn't just die! I had our freaking wedding planned out!

"This is a hoax, isn't it?" I shot at her, giving her a glare cold enough to freeze the Equator. "You just want him for yourself, don't you, Thaira?"

The girl who's name I finally figured out to be Thaira wrinkled her nose. "Okay, you are getting on my nerves, just to let you know. First of all, it's Thalia not Thaira, you little piece of pond scum. Second of all, ew—he's my cousin! That would just be plain wrong. And third—"

"Oh," I replied snarkily, giving her The Hand. "Don't tell me—third is that you're the lieutenant of the Hunters and you're sworn of men but you're secretly still moping over your ex. best friend and boyfriend, Luke Castellan."

The air started to give off the faint scent of burning electricity. Thalia rolled up the sleeves of her jacket, "Okay, that's it! I'm giving you ten seconds to run."

"Oh, I'm sooo scared," I sneered. "Everyone knows that the power of water—especially my kind—is superior to the power of the sky. Go ahead, Grace. I can't wait to see go crying to your daddy."

Thalia bared her teeth, and that's when she lunged.

5 days later...

Hades groaned rubbing his aching temples while Ripple continued to rant, nonstop. He tried to block her out but it was no use. Her whining had simply surpassed the powers of the gods to ignore such matters like this. She was too annoying to ignore.

"Fine," Hades snapped, getting up from his throne. "I will grant you another life as long as you finally shut up!"

Her face shifted into a pout. "That's not very nice, Uncle."

"I don't care! Get. Out. NOW!" Hades barked.

Ripple turned around and pouted, walking out of the throne room. Once she was out, she beamed.

Life was now perfect again. Except for the fact that Nico was gone but she could cope.

Ripple walked away, only to get stomped on by Tyson once she had gotten to Camp.

A/N: First off, thank you for all the alerts, favorites and reviews. You guys made my day. :)

Um, I don't really have a specific plan on how this story will end or anything but I do know what's in store for the next couple of chapters. And, if you are a fan of the Kane Chronicles, stay posted. I'll be posting a fic about it very soon as a crossover with PJO. So, before I start rambling, I'd just like to say, again, thanks and hope you guys liked this even though it was kind of-actually, VERY random.

~Cheshire Chameleon