Hi guys. So life has gotten much busier so from now on ward I will be posting every 3-4 days. We have family staying over for a couple of weeks. Sorry I haven't posted for a a while. Like I said we have family over. I also had writers block for a while and I also read allegiant, fangirl etc...

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or HOO. All rights go to Rick Riordan.

I stood at the Garden of Bacchus, staring down at the city. I could smell the scent of fresh flowers from the garden combined with the smell of hot chocolate and baked bread from the city. I couldn't do it.

"You had to accept the quest, The life threatening quest. You idiot," I scolded to myself. After the prophecy Rachel declared, everyone turned to James. He seemed like the most obvious choice. He was the only mortal other than Rachel and Rachel couldn't go on a quest since she was the oracle. After we had a meeting he had to choose a demigod to go with him. He could have chose anyone. Percy, Frank, Hazel, Jason, Piper, Nico, Leo or Will. But he chose me. Okay, it makes sense why he didn't chose them. Percy's gonna be a dad soon he probably didn't want him to go on a quest 2 months before his baby's due. Its obvious why he didn't choose Annabeth. And he never really knew Frank, Hazel and Nico that well. And Jason and Piper are extremely busy with all the temples and shrines in progress. In fact there's one thing in common with all these demi-gods. They all are important to another person. Like if Percy went on this quest and died Annabeth would be devastated. Same for any of the other couples. Though it's highly unlikely they would ever die on a quest. Any ways, while I don't really have a 'true love', and honestly, I'm fine with that. I mean sure I have friends but none of them would completely depressed for the rest of their lives if I died. Maybe that's why James chose me for to go on the quest or maybe it's something else.

Later that day James and I ventured out of our city back into the mortal world. James seemed traumatized by the whole experience. He kept looking either behind him or inside his wallet. Usually I'm not a-talk-about-our-feelings person. I don't talk about mine and I don't ask anyone else how they're feeling. It seems unfair. If I'm not going to share any of my emotions then they shouldn't have to share I had to ask.

"What's wrong?"

"What," he snapped. His expression softened. "It's just… I didn't exactly tell my family that I was leaving. I just sorta left. I didn't know how to explain everything". He has a family. I pictured him and a pretty brunette, surrounded by 3 little toddler running around. And the sad thing was, I was kind of disappointed that he had a family.

"Oh," was all I said. We walked in silence for the rest of the walk. Finally we made it to a car rental place. While we were waiting in line we tried to decompose the prophecy.

"Okay, so we know the 'Goddess of Mist' is Hecate and back at CHB the Hecate campers haven't heard from their mom in a while. Hecates probably imprisoned," I said.

"So how do we save her and who captured her in the first place," James asked.

"I guess we're just going to have to find out."

"What about finding a god that ceased to exist."

"I don't kno-."

It was our turn. We rented a black honda and started driving around california, not quite sure what we were looking for.

It happened at 11:00 P.M. We were still driving around when a roar trickled through the city. I stopped the car and looked at James. He shrugged and got out of the car. I glanced around and then followed him. Just as I got out another roar hit us. I swiftly took out my weapon and James jumped. He seemed unnerved. I can imagine why. I mean sure he knows how to fight but when we practice fighting in Camp Jupiter its practice. I mean, yeah, there are war games but nobody really dies from it. The last person who died was Gwen. And she came back to life. This is the real world. The mortal world. We're not protected anymore. It's 100% possible we could die. 100% possible that we will die.

The roaring grew closer and I looked upon the sky. Oh styx. A drakon soared through the sky. It was a Thebian drakon. It had dark blue scales crawling up its back. Fangs hanging down its mouth. It's eyes were chocolate brown and stared down at you like it could blow you away. 'Don't hurt me', it seemed to say. 'I'm innocent'.

I knew better.

I unsheathed my sword and slashed it at the monster. James seemed momentarily dazed but quickly realized what was happening. He took out his sword too. Then behind us a woman yelped. I looked behind us. The woman had bright red wavy hair with freckles that sprinkle the bridge of her nose and cheeks. She had deep blue eyes. She looked like she was in her late 20s. 29?

"Dr-dra-dragon," she stuttered. I racked my brain trying to think of what to do. Help mortal and get killed by drakon or fight drakon and leave mortal.

"Dragon," the mortal screamed. Lights flicked on in every house as people were awoken by her tantrum. The drakon threw back its head with a screech as it flew away. Thank the gods. I heard sirens in the distance. We couldn't leave the mortal by herself. That was cruel. It's leaving someone when they need you the most. It's what happened to me.

Even if it's a complete stranger. Even if I have no clue who she is. I couldn't leave her.

We waited until the sirens were finally close enough. Many people had come outside. Everyone in pajama pants and a hoodie, sleepy eyes and droopy faces. Everyone was still half asleep with a bad case of bedhead. We told everyone we were there when it happened and we'd take care of everything. Everyone went back inside the safety of their house, not caring about when the world could end. Today, tomorrow, in a week. Not caring how many times the world almost has ended.

Once everyone has left, and it is just James and I, it hits me. What will I tell the police. We can't tell them what really happened. That will lead us straight to a spot in mental hospital. The only other option is to lie. Which will lead the woman to a spot in a mental hospital.

"Oh my gods," James murmurs. "She can't see through the mist." I raised my eyebrows.

"Think about it. She screamed. And now she's stuttering about how this can't be real. It doesn't seem like she's seen this before. By the time I was ten I had seen 100s of monsters and gods. I was used to it. I didn't scream every time I saw 's in her late 20s," He continues.

"Oh gods, gods, gods. Hecate's captured. She incharge of mist. I think, without her mortal can see what we can see. Mortals can see everything. We have to lie about her. Say shes gone mad. If we save Hecate she'll take care of everything. She'll turn everything normal for the mortals. That woman. She'll get back to normal," I say solemnly. We stay in silence for the rest of the time.

When we got to the hospital retold what "happened". It was horrible to do this. Every word described the lady as some crazy, stupid person. If we can't save Hecate, well, we have just destroyed her whole life.

"She started screaming dragon but nothing was there. She screamed and screamed and shrieked. It was horrible. That poor soul. The whole neighborhood woke up. I guess one of them called 911," I say to the doctors in my most convincing voice. We find out her name was Madison. She has a husband and 2 six year old twins. That hurt.

We ask to check on her. The nurses say only immediate family. We sit in the waiting room waiting to be excused. In the bright hospital lights I notice a lot of things.

James has dark brown hair with big chocolate brown eyes that can melt your heart down if you stare at them too long. He has 5 freckles that speckle each cheek and the top of his nose. He is muscular. Not extremely muscular like Michael but well built.

'Stop,' I scold myself. 'Stop. You are not falling in love. You don't even like him.' Apparently my heart disagrees.

Remember the curse. The curse. That is what I am calling it now. What else do you call it when the goddess of Love says that "No demigod will heal your heart." And every time you like someone you get rejected. First Jason, Then Percy. I am never going to find a true love. And to be honest, I'm okay with that. I didn't need anyone.

'Yes you do,' a voice in my head complains.

'No. I. Don''t,' I yell- in my head.

'He's not a demigod,' it says.

'He's married,' I scream. Half out of rage, half out of pain. Add James to my list of heart breaks.

"Reyna," James urgently whispers.

"Huh," I say a little too loud.

"Look,"he motioned to a nurse rolling a hospital bed in with a disheveled old man.

"God. It was a god. A god. He said he ceased to exist. EXIST," he screamed.

"Shhhh. Shh. Everything's alright, sir," The nurse soothingly whispered. James and I stared at each other. Then ran after the nurse. The nurse walked into room 8881. We waited till she came out then slipped out of the shadows we were hiding in. The door was locked.

"Here, Perce got this for me before we left. It's a key that can open any door," James hands me an elegant golden key. At the top solid stems of gold intertwined then wrapping around the handle. I slide it in the keyhole and the door unlocked with a click. Inside I saw the man who was screaming.

Time to see who which god will change this quest, our lives, maybe even the world.