Augustus Kunst's P.O.V.
I was running around the woods, training with the nymphs. It was a nice day and I was two seconds away from winning when the horn from the pavilion was heard in the distance.
"You were so close to beat us, Augustus!" Rose, the nymph that was racing against me, beamed at me, smiling. I smiled back, panting.
"Gods, you get more fast in every turn..." I gasped for air, holding my knees.
"Years and genes of practice" she explained, chuckling a little. I grabbed my water and headed towards the pavilion, where Chiron was standing in the middle, campers gathered around.
"Attention, campers!" he called us for attention. I noticed that there was a group next to him, who were wearing silver camouflage clothes. Around their torsos, parkas, and on their backs, quivers and bows. The fact that they were all girls and had some wolves and pet falcons around made it pretty clear: the Hunters were visiting "For a season, the Hunters would be staying with us!" Most of the girls from camp groaned and rolled their eyes "I expect all of you to be on your best behavior" With that, Chiron trotted away. Quickly, the Hunters left to install in Cabin 8, not even sparing a glance to the other people.
"Great, now we all have to look after our backs" someone groaned next to me. I glanced to see a girl with black short hair, blue electric eyes and pale skin. She was wearing some goth-punk attire, courtesy of her Mom's old wardrobe.
The girl was Bianca di Angelo.
"Are they that bad?" I asked. I never had direct interacting with the Hunters, because they usually keep away from the guys around here. For me, they were mystery like any women.
"You see the curly blonde haired with the silver tiara?" she pointed at the last Hunter who walked into the Cabin. She was staring at Cabin 3, the most lonely, sad and feared cabin of all Camp "That's a friend of my Mom, Annabeth Chase" Annabeth Chase? Were I heard that name?
"You mean..." I looked between her and the Hunter. Bianca nodded.
"She is a daughter of Athena" She's my sister?!
"I really don't know why she comes to Camp..." she sighed "All she ever do is stay in Cabin 3 and cry"
"How do you know that?" I questioned her, raising an eyebrow.
"My Mom told me" she replied, walking away from me.
Like I said, women are a mystery to me.
~oOo~
I was running through the woods when I heard the crying.
It was the following morning of the Hunters arrival and I decided to woke up earlier than usual to make a run around the lake. I was determined to beat those nymphs in the next sprinting competition. When I walked by the lake, I heard it.
It was muffled and if I wasn't paying attention or even in silence, I'd had miss it. As quiet as I could, I walked closer to the spot to see the same girl from before, the one Bianca named Annabeth, sitting by the lake.
She was barefoot, her feet just touching the water. She was sitting by the shore, curled up with her knees up and hiding her face between her legs. The closer I got, the louder her sobs and crying got.
"Hey... Are you OK?" She's not obviously not OK, genius!! She turned to me and saw the unmistakable grey eyes than all Athena's children have glaring back at me. I took a step back, surprised. People said that our glare was scary, but this girl's glare was so intense, she made be buried in Tartarus.
"Who are you? Did you followed me here?!" she questioned me, accusing me.
"No!!" I tried to defend myself, but was in that moment that I heard a ruffle between the bushes. We both turned our heads to see that a man was walking out of there.
The man was tall, his skin was pale, but it looked more pale because of his hair color and his clothes: black. Pure black. His eyes were also black, but they had a spark of recognition towards the girl in front of me. His right hand had a silver skull ring and his left one, a wedding band.
"Don't take it out on him, Annabeth" the man said with authority in his voice. Annabeth seemed to forget about me and turned to the man, pulling out a knife from her pants "Annabeth..."
"Don't 'Annabeth' me, Nico!!" she snapped at him, the knife with the blade pointing at this guy "It's been, what? Ten years?"
"Fifteen, but who's counting?" Nico retorted, calmly, like he was used to make jokes in life-death situations.
"I'm tired of this..." she gripped her knife tighter in her hand "I want out..."
"Annabeth, that's not the way-"
"You know what I learnt last week?" she interrupted him, looking down "Remember when he found you in the Labyrinth? He got lost, you know..." she told him. Aparently, they forgot about my presence there and I wasn't gonna move to reveal myself.
"And, where did he go?"
"Ogygia" That simple word earned a gasped from Nico "But... He didn't stay... He came back for me... Even when I couldn't be with him" she started to cry, her shoulders trembling really hard. Nico took the opportunity and took the knife away from her and hugged her tight into an embrace she returned.
"Wow..." I jumped in my place when I heard Bianca's voice by me.
"Holy Zeus! Bianca!" I scolded her, not raising my voice "Can you not surprise me like that?!" I asked.
"So sorry" she mocked me, smirking.
"You know what's going on?" I wondered to her.
"Well, considering Dad is not a people person much even now... I'd say she had a break down, again" While she talked, I noticed two things:
One, she called the man standing there, Dad. Which makes sense now. He was Nico di Angelo.
Two, the girl's break down was something repetitive.
"She hates the Hunt that much?"
"She hates herself. Because she chose with her brain and not her heart" Bianca explained before walking towards her Dad and the Hunter.
That's how I met Bianca di Angelo's Dad...
