Hey! So I got at least one review (thank you storycat12 for being the first to review!) and I guess I'm happy. So, here's chapter two of The Lost Daughter. Oh and what do y'all think of the title? Meh? Good? Amazing?

Okay then...

Disclaimer: I only own my own characters. Sadly, that does not include Nico D8

Veda's POV

I wake up in a bed, warm, and being spoon-fed ambrosia. It tastes like cookies and cream ice-cream and I open my eyes, smiling. A girl who looks like me, plus ten years, smiles as well when she sees me awake. Her curly blonde hair is like a princess' and her gray eyes sparkle. "Hey," She says, lowering the bowl of ambrosia to her lap. "How are you?" She asks me.

I nod. Mori's words keep telling me not to talk.

The door opens and she turns around, smiling big as a boy, no older than nineteen, walks through. He has shaggy black hair and sea-green eyes. He looks the same age as the girl. She turns back to me. "My names Annabeth Chase and this is Percy Jackson."

I sit up and cross my legs, criss-cross apple sauce, as Mori used to say. I lower my head as I think of her. Her pretty black hair and soft black eyes. Her dirty, street clothes. The way she would tuck me in and kiss my head before bed. She's my older sister. And she only brought me here, the place she ran away from to save me.

I hear more people enter the room; the centaur and black-haired boy who found me. Annabeth sits in a chair by my bed. I observe the black-haired boy. His hair is shaggy, his eyes black and dark. His skin is pale white and he wears all black. You would think he would be upset, but instead, a look of hope shines in his eyes.

The centaur smiles. "I'm—"

"Chiron," I interrupt. "I know who you are." My eyes go big as I realize what I've done. I clamp my hands over my mouth and hug my knees. Annabeth puts a hand on my thin leg. "What's wrong? You can tell me,"

I shake my head. "I may be ten, but I'm a daughter of Athena. I'm not dumb,"

Chiron's eyes widen. "Where did you come from?"

I make a motion of zipping my lips and throwing away the key and the black-haired boy sighs. "This is pointless! She doesn't know where she is!"

He begins to pace and Percy stands. "Nico,"

Nico shakes his head. "I know what I saw, Perce. She was there."

I slant my eyes. "Nico?" I ask, shocked.

They all look at me and he nods. I shake my head. "You're dead," I say flatly.

Nico cocks his head. "I was,"

I bite my nail nervously. "I'm not supposed to tell you. She told me not to. I promised."

"Who?" Annabeth asks.

I meet my sister's eyes. "Mori."

You could've heard a pin drop in that room, it was so quiet. Percy and Annabeth both just stare at me, shocked. But Nico smiles. "You know where she is?" I nod.

Chiron calls a meeting. I look around at the faces Mori had told me stories about. Reis and the other three of Mori's brothers are there, hopeful. The rest of her friends, Stella, Chase, Carrie, Scott, and so on are here too. Chiron turns to me. "You never did tell us your name,"

I sigh and jump up on the ping pong ball table…thing. I clear my throat. "My name is Veda. I'm ten and a daughter of Athena. I've been living with the daughter of Thanatos for a year now. Morisana Crasse. She's my sister. We take care of each other. She brought me here because I was sick. She knew you would help me. Lucky for me, she was right,"

Carrie stands, tears in eyes. "Where is she?"

I lower my head. "She made me promise not to tell anyone and I broke that promise."

Despite all their attempts, I don't say another word.

That night, after dinner, Annabeth and Percy lead me to the campfire. While the Apollo campers sing 'Oh my dear sunshine', I hear the trees rustle behind me. Sadly, I'm not the only one. In a few seconds, everyone in the whole damn place was turned around, arrows drawn. A clad black figure appears from the bushes, hood on and muttering curses. She says, "Damn it," before finally turning around. I roll my eyes. "Real subtle," I tell Mori.

She mocks me. "Shut up, Veda. I gotta feeling this isn't good." She smiles. "Hey…I gotta feeling…doo dooo…that this will not turn out well…that this will not turn ou-ou-out well, doooo dooo." She laughs. "Catchy." Only then does she notice everyone staring. "OH! Yeah! Um…awkward silence…come on, Veda, lets go."

I shake my head, slinging my bag on my shoulder. "Do you ever shut up?"

A look of memory crosses Mori's face and she shakes her head and whispers, "Nope,"

As soon as we turn around, Nico calls out, "Wait"

I hear Mori gasp and look up to see tears in her eyes. She slowly turns around to face him. "Nico?" She whispers.

He nods. "Yeah,"

She drops her bag onto the grass and slowly makes her way over to him.

Then she slaps him.

Hahaha I love girls! Always gotta go around, slappin boys! ahh...