Plapper: Don't own Percy Jackson.. blabla..so here's the new Chapter. I hope you like it J

The cabin was indeed quite nice as Chiron had put it. Now I completely suck at describing buildings but let me try. So imagine a nice cabin, not too big, with a little patio and greek columns holding up a tiled roof. Got that? Ok now imagine that in black marble, with the colums made of twirling shadows. Good so far? Well that's what it looked like from the outside.

Now the inside. Ha that's where it gets super cool! First of all: it was pitch-black. Seriously. It was as if it absorbed all the light, just swallowing. I guess it was a good thing that I could see in the dark.

Also: It was freaking HUGE! Much larger than it should have been. There was a huge fluffy round bed, covered with soft fluffly blankets in different shades of grey (less than fifty ). The pillows were all silver and made of silk. This was aaaawesome! There was a huge mirror covering the wall opposite of the bed, a giant wardrobe, that I was pretty sure was portable and the floor was covered in a plush, soft black carpet. I turned and looked at Chiron questioningly.

"No siblings?" I wasn't sure what answer I was hoping for. A part of me wanted siblings, the other… well the other was so used to being alone, that it didn't really want anyone to get in the way of that. He shook his head.

"No Kyra. As far as we know, you're the only child of Erebos." He furrowed his brow at that and I opened my mouth to ask something, but then thought better of it. He explained anyways. "Erebos is old, Karen. He's one of the first Gods, he was there before the titans, he's as old as Night. He's too old to interfere with humans."

Now it was my turn to frown. He had interfered, as Chiron had so nicely put it, and I was the result. He'd interfered with my Mother, and it had cost her her sanity. No that wasn't fair. It wasn't Erebos who'd cost my mother her sanity, that had been me.

I swallowed. "Uhm ok… Well I guess there are exceptions." I had meant to sound upbeat, but somehow it had sounded bitter. Great. Bitter at 18. That was far too young… Then again, I guessed I deserved some bitterness. Just a tiny bit of it.

Chrion pulled me from my gloomy thoughts. "Make yourself at home, I'll send someone over to show you around camp later, how bout it?" I just nodded. I'd already seen camp, some six years ago, I didn't want to see it again. I didn't even want to be here. Although… the sweet bachelorette pad I had now, did kinda make me feel better. I didn't even wait for Chiron out the door before I jumped on the nearest bed with a wild "Yeeeehaaaa."

Ok so maybe now you're wondering about the whole I'd-been-here-before business. Am I right? Thought so. Haha I'm just awesome that way.

Well I'll explain. You know how demi-gods apparently turn on their super-stink when they're about 12? Well the same happened to me. I turned 12 and monsters came knocking. Quite literally.

After a monster nearly killed me, a couple of months after my Birthday, I was brought to Camp Half-Blood, where they told me I was a demi-god and that I'd be safer there. I stayed for a week, one long agonizing week in which I was stuffed into an overfilled Hermes cabin. I knew who my father was, but he hadn't officially claimed me and there was no cabin for me back then, so I was stuck in the Hermes cabin and I hated it.

I hated the fighting, I missed my friends and most of all, I was worried about my mother. It had only been a couple of months since we'd lost Caleb… She couldn't lose me too! I needed to go home.

When I told Chiron he didn't want me to go. He said he'd settled things with my mother, but I knew that she was in no state to object. So I ran.

How did I survive? Honestly? Luck. I shouldn't have. But I did, I got as far as the next gas station from where I called my grandparents and they picked me up. They'd actually flown out to get me. The only grandparently thing I could remember them doing in the last six years. Before that… before that there'd been laughter, hugs , kisses and smiles. But all that had changed.

So that's my story. There's one more thing that I should say to clarify things. Except for two times, monsters left me alone. Don't ask me why. Maybe I'd just gotten pretty good at dodging them. The whole disappearing into shadows thing really helped a lot in that respect. And I got tough. I signed up for every class that would teach me to defend myself. Like fencing, that one had helped me on more than one occasion. But for the most part, monsters left me alone.

There. That's my experience with Camp Half-Blood. I'd hated it, but now I was back.

There was a knock on the door that pulled me out of my gloomy thoughts and memories. "Come in!" I hollered, too lazy to move my but from the oh-so-comfy mattress.

The door opened into like a square of light, but none of it entered. This was so cool! There was boy in the entrance, squinting his eyes searching for me. "Whasupp?" I called from my bed, enjoying the look of confusion on his face.

Suddenly he looked directly at me and I raised my eyebrows in surprise. Could he see?

"Your light's broken."

His voice was dry and humourless and yet I was convinced that he'd just made a joke. I smirked looking him over.

He was tall, with black hair and dark eyes. He was dressed all in black too. Black shirt, black pants, black leather jacket and even black converse. Interesting. Black was my colour.

"Can I help you?", I asked, still enjoying myself. I was now almost convinced that he could see, at least a little, and it kinda bugged me. Seeing in the dark was my thing.

The boy sighed. "Chiron sent me. To show you around camp."

Wow he sounded enthusiastic. Well neither was I. A thought crossed my mind. Maybe..? It was worth a try. I concentrated and the square of light and moved the darkness away with my mind. Slowly light began to fill my room, just enough to reveal me sitting on the bed.

He raised an eyebrow. "Nice trick."

I grinned. "Thanks. Didn't know I could do that."

"So you want to be shown around?" His voice wasn't as bored as it had been two minutes ago and I decided to accept. I was intrigued by this boy. I nodded and jumped off my bed. I walked over to him and held out my hand. "Kyra. Nice to meet you." He looked at my hand then turned around and ignored it. "Nico. Let's get this over with."

Rude! I frowned and followed, just a little put off by this arrogant guy.

It wasn't as bad as I'd thought. Nico showed me everything from the Big House to Firework Beach. I had to admit, the camp was impressive, beautiful even, and people seemed happy. I smiled, maybe this wasn't as horrible as my memories had let me believe.

Nico saw my smile and gave me a funny look. I looked away only to run right into him when he stopped abruptly. Flat against his back I realized just how tall he was. My nose struck right between his shoulder blades!

I tumbled back, rubbing my nose. "Yo Goth boy! Watch it."

He turned to glare at me, but I really didn't care. Fine, so he was an expert at the death stare. So was my ex-Principal. I wasn't impressed. Or maybe I was just too busy rubbing my aching nose. Man that guy had a back of steel.

"Don't call me that." His eyes were furious, but I didn't care.

"Then don't dress all in black."

He looked surprised and chuckled. "You have no clue who I am, do you?"

Oh great. He had issues.

"Nope. And to be honest? I don't give a rats rear end. Now how bout we continue the tour Goth boy?"

I stomped past him, ignoring the daggers he was shooting me with his eyes. Hey, I didn't like being bossed around, and I didn't really care who any of these people were. Demi-Gods. Duh. Whose children they were was of no interest of mine.

After having walked a couple of feet I realized that he wasn't following, so I stopped and turned around. He was still standing in the same place, but he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at something out on the water. I followed his gaze and caught my breath.

There was an angel in the water. A tall figure in the middle of a storm. The water fawned out and it looked like cristal wings engulfing the boy. It was mesmerazing.

Suddenly I recognized the guy. Percy. Great… Way to help me get rid of my crush.

I looked at Nico to tell him to get his butt into gear when I saw the expression on his face and something within my chest tightened. There was pain on his face. Pain, admiration and longing. I knew that expression. I'd worn it before.

Nico was in love with Percy.

I slowly walked up to him and touched his arm. "Come on Goth boy. You got a camp you need to show me.", I said gently and started walking again. This time Nico followed.

There really wasn't much left to show, except for the arena, which was pretty amazing. There were people fighting there and I was stunned to see young kids, maybe ten or twelve years old, use swords with such skill. It made me wanna fight.

I didn't have my sword with me, but there were a couple of practice swords leaning against the wall, so I grabbed one and faced Nico. "Fight me. I wanna see if you're any good."

He looked at me perplexed and shook his head. "I'm not fighting a newbie."

I laughed. He didn't know that I'd been training with a sword since I was six years old.

"Come on you chicken. Fight me."

He started to walk away, but I blocked his path. Now he was getting annoyed.

"I'm not doing this Kyra. Stop it."

Now maybe I'm a pushy person. Maybe. But I wasn't letting him go. I lunged at him and suddenly his sword was in his hand, parying mine.

"There we go." I smirked and attacked again.

I don't know how long we fought, but we were evenly matched. That was new for me. Usually I was the best by far, but against another demi-god I didn't have an advantage. We were both sweating heavily, and I was grinning. Suddenly my blade flew out of my hand and the tip of his sword was at my throat. He grinned at me as we both gasped for air.

His smile was beautiful; it made his whole face light up. I had the odd feeling that I was probably one of the few to have ever seen that particular smile.

"Not bad newbie." He grinned and I laughed.

I became aware of the fact that everyone in the arena was staring at us with wide eyes and I blushed. Nico dropped his sword and gave me a friendly pat. I had the feeling that we were beginning to become friends.

"Wow Nico. I didn't know you could fight like that." Nicos face instantly turned into an emotionless mask at sound of Percy's voice and I frowned. He just shrugged and walked away without a word. If I hadn't seen the pain in his eyes I would've probably gotten annoyed, but instead I let him go.

"Hey Percy!" I smiled at him and then noticed the beautiful blonde on his arm. She was a little taller than me, curse my height, and had stunningly intelligent grey eyes. "Nice fighting Kyra. Did they teach you that in High School? This is Annabeth by the way."

I smiled at her. "Hi. Nice to meet you after having heard so much about you." She smiled in return. "Likewise."

Oh boy. She'd heard about me. That meant she'd heard that I'd almost gotten eaten by an anorexic demon and screamed my head off in Percys house. Yay. It didn't bug me that Percy knew this stuff about me, but somehow with this girl it was different. I felt an odd resentment towards her that I couldn't place. Was it because she was Percy's girlfriend?

I shooke my head to get rid of the thought and the two of them gave me an odd look. "So… How did you get Nico to fight? He doesn't really like to, although he's really really good at it."

I tilted my head. "Hmm.. I attacked him. I guess." They both laughed.

"You're pretty brave. Attacking a son of Hades like that", Annabeth said and suddenly it made sense.

"So that's why he wears black!" I said before I could stop myself. They chuckled again.

"You're one to talk." I was confused until I looke down on myself and realized that I was dressed all in black as well. I laughed. No wonder Nico had given me the evil eye for calling him Goth boy.

"Well I guess it's literally the pot calling the kettle black huh?" I winked.