AN: Thank you to whoever read the prologue and to anyone who is reading this. If you love Ouran High then read my other story, the Trip.

Chapter 1

Percy

The ring was perfect. The next morning, Piper and I went to the Hephaestus forge. I wanted my ring for Annabeth to be custom and perfect and with Piper with me; it should look pretty good too. The forges are at the bottom of a hill and were once beautiful marble. Years and years of wear and use and most definitely fire have deteriorated the marble stone to a charred structure fortified by Celestial Bronze. We skidded down the hill to be greeted by the one and only Leo Valdez.

Leo was still skinny but with all his time in the forges he had been able to put on a little muscle and therefore weight. He looked good since the war. He looked well.

"Hey! Pipes, Percy, wassup?!" He was leaning up against the entrance because apparently our skidding had gotten his attention.

"Hey Repair Boy. Percy here needs a favor," Piper nudged me.

Leo ran his hands through his curly hair and tried to wipe away the grease on his face.

"Yeah…I do," I said.

"Hold on."

Leo dashed way and came back with a sketch book.

"I have a feeling you want me to make you something," He smirked.

"Yeah well. Since…"

"Percy is proposing to Annabeth and he wants you to make the ring," Piper interrupted. She was all excited about this.

"Ohhhhh. Wow." Leo clamped his hand on my shoulder. "I'll see what I can do. But why is she here?" He pointed to Piper.

"I wanted an Aphrodite's opinion. Too make sure this looks good," I explained.

"Don't you worry. This is gonna be great!" Leo exclaimed.

He guided us both through all the Hephaestus kids working on miscellaneous projects. The forges were a lot bigger than one would think. The whole room was about the size of a school gym. It was pretty impressive to think that the gods personally designed this for their kids. In a sense, Camp is the way the gods show that they care for their kids. As we wove around the exploding shields and automatic self-shooting bows, Leo kept adding tidbits about all the projects. I mean he is the head counselor. He oversaw it all. We eventually reached his office/personal workroom in the back of the forges. It was pretty sweet. But not as sweet as Bunker 9. He sits down behind a worn, metal table and grabbed a new sheet of drafting paper from a stack off to the side. He started to sketch some ideas. Some were just too simple, others too gaudy. I kept vetoing all of them. Nothing was really sticking out at me.

"I want something different," I explained. "It can't be Celestial or turn into any kind of weapon. So no magic. I want it to reflect us, not our demigod lives."

"And make it romantic," Piper interjected.

"Well that narrows it down a lot actually," Leo said.

Then from a dark corner, Nico Di Angelo appears. He was still as pale, dark, and mysterious as ever.

"Why hello there," He grumbled.

"Yo Nicooooooo. How's my favorite Son of Hades?!" Leo hollered and slapped his back playfully.

"I'm the only Son of Hades you know," Nico stated eloquently. "Anyways, I was called by Piper to call the spirit of Silena Beauregard to help with this endeavor."

Wait…It couldn't be. I mean its Silena. She had died in the Battle of Manhattan. I had been there. I remembered it clearly. I was awestruck. She was the one person who was absolutely certain me and Annabeth would end up together. She was the reason Annabeth and I are a thing.

"Who?" Leo asked, completely bewildered.

"My dead half-sister," Piper explained.