Hey guys it's me. Hi. You must be super mad because I haven't updated in forever. I'm sorry. So I'm not pending on this fic anymore. I'm going to finish it! I have a basic idea about where I want this to go, but I could still use some help. so if you would be so kind as to click the review button and help with this, I'd be very grateful!

This fic has the most followers out every other fic I have, so I'm sorry you guys had to wait! I'm so glad that you took the time to read this fanfiction and listen to me, so enjoy the third chapter!

"Ow. Ow. Ow Ow Ow Ow! Darn it! Who knew ice could hurt?"

"You're the one who's been fighting! You're lucky that I'm around to save you sorry butt!"

Nico sighed. "I'm sorry, I've just been under a lot of stress."

Thanatos nodded. "I get it. Mortals and Demigods can be such wusses sometimes."

"Hey!"

"You know I was kidding! So how long has this thing been going on with that one girl? Rosalina?"

"Reyna? We're not together."

"Then why do you fight i her /i all the time?"

"She's the enemy!"

"There's more then one enemy."

"Your point being?"

"Your going soft Nico."

"That's not true!"

"Either finish her, or fight other people," Thanatos stood from sitting on the bed.

"Maybe I like the challenge," Nico put his shirt back on. "Besides, who asked you anyway?"

"I'm just giving my opinion. Usually you're the one asking for it."

"Thanks for the help," Thanatos nodded again as he transported away.

Nico sighed. He had been fighting for a week now. He should probably take Thanatos's advice and fight other people he knew he could win to reduce the Roman forces, but he didn't like the idea of killing Romans, and Reyna provided a good challenge.

Nico pondered over what Thanatos said. He wasn't going soft. Even if he was, Reyna wouldn't be his soft spot. That would be ridiculous. Reyna didn't even know who he was, and Nico didn't know Reyna that well. She was Roman, he was Greek, they were sworn enemies, and that wouldn't change anytime soon.

"Praetor. Praetor!" Reyna looked up.

"What?"

"As I was trying to tell you, the Greeks are cunning. They have spies everywhere."

"Including this camp?"

"Yes."

"Do you have proof?"

"No-"

"Then please don't waste my time with rumors," Reyna grabbed her cloak. "I'm taking a walk. I'll be back in a few minutes if anybody needs me. If they do, they will wait." She glared daggers at Octavian. "Is that clear?"

"Crystal," Octavian snarled.

Reyna exited her tent and trudged down the hill. It was dangerous to leave Octavian in charge, but Reyna needed some air. And she wasn't going to be gone long, so it wasn't like something catastrophic was going to happen.

Boy was she dead wrong.

She walked through the woods. Now most people would think that it was crazy to go out in the woods alone without a flashlight, but Reyna wasn't most people. She could take care of herself.

She pulled out her sword when she heard branches cracking. She stood still and looked around for what caused the noise.

Her efforts were rewarded with the sight of a hellhound. It wasn't all that big by their standards, about the size of a refrigerator. It caught her by surprise because she was expecting a Greek instead of a monster. Her quick reflexes and years of training saved her life. She managed to dodge it's lunge, but not by much.

Before she could blink, there was someone in front of her.

"Run," the figure said.

"I don't run," Reyna said defiantly.

"Then I hope that you'll actually help me fight."

"Wouldn't think of doing anything else."

They made quick work of the hellhound, and Reyna turned to figure. The moon was providing a significant amount of light, but the figure was wearing a black hoodie. The figure's voice had been male, and vaguely familiar. Reyna tried to find any other features that helped her remember.

"What?" The boy said as he sheathed his sword.

"I couldn't help but wonder if I know you. Have we met?"

"I'm Greek."

"Oh," Reyna noticed that he didn't really answer her question, but she didn't press it. He obviously seemed proud of his heritage. "Then why help a Roman?"

"I may be Greek, but that doesn't mean I'm indecent."

"True."

"I should get going..."

"Why leave? You seem like a skilled fighter. Why not have a battle against me?" Reyna hoped she could pinpoint his voice or get him to take off his hood. Maybe he was the warrior that she had been fighting recently...

"Against you? Aren't you the leader of the Roman army?"

"What do you have to lose? Besides, if you lose nobody will notice, unless you're scared," Pride play. Reyna was almost positive that he would fight now.

"I'm not scared. I happen to be a great swordsman."

"Then prove it."

"I will," The boy seemed surprised that he agreed, but he didn't take his words back. He drew his sword from his belt. Celestial bronze and three feet. Oh, that narrows it down. Only zero people eliminated on the Greek side.

Reyna was quick to attack. He raised his sword to block and Reyna tried to see his face with the light of his sword. All she could see was black. He knows how to hide. How interesting.

When he tried to hit her on her side, she moved forward with her plan. She hit his back when she moved behind him, before he had the chance to turn. He hissed in pain. He managed to stay standing, but Reyna ripped the hood from his head. And she surprised to see someone she thought was in Greece.

"Nico di Angelo?!"

Sure enough, standing in front of her was the son of Hades himself.