Chapter 1

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Maine

December 15, 2007

Bianca di Angelo, and her two friends, Annabeth Chase and Thalia Grace, were driving up to a place called Westover Hall, because everyone's mutual friend, Grover Underwood, and sent out a distress call saying that he had found something, but was too scared to say what it was. As such, Chiron the Centaur was sending in his best and brightest to check out what was going on in the North.

The girls were all silent, even Maria di Angelo, Bianca's mother, was not saying anything. Everyone was lost in their thoughts. Maria on what was about to happen to her 14-year-old daughter, and what her 12-year-old son Nico was doing at home by himself in Manhattan.

Thalia was reminiscing on what life has been like since the Golden Fleece had brought her back to life from the tree. While relieved to see Annabeth alive and well, saddened by Luke's betrayal (and pissed off), she still didn't know what to make of newest cousins, Bianca and Nico di Angelo. Sure they were nice kids, and really sweet people, but they were children of Hades. Their dad almost killed her (Thalia), and, while it was stupid, even she would admit it, but the daughter of Zeus just couldn't find it in herself to be friends with her cousins. But they were good acquaintances.

Annabeth was busy brainstorming each and every possibility she could think of what had Grover so spooked. She thought of everything from the logical to the illogical. A new recipe for ambrosia? Maybe. Another child of the Big Three, perhaps Poseidon? Possibly. A female satyr that was really attracted to Grover? Unlikely. A completely new child altogether, born of either a Titan, Primordial, some other minor god, or a virgin goddess? The odds were slim, but it was a possibility. There was always a possibility.

Bianca was having similar thoughts to all three. Like her mother, she was worried about Nico being home alone. Like Thalia, she just couldn't figure out a way to be friends with her cousin (and she couldn't really find the motivation, either), but she was fine with being acquaintances. Finally, like Annabeth, albeit on a much smaller scale, she was thinking over what had Grover so freaked out.

Ah, Grover...her and Nico's protector back when they attended Yancy Academy in New York, two years ago. Life was so much simpler then. Bounce around private schools together until one thing or another got them kicked out, deal with stupid teachers, the occasional monster, wonder who their dad was and why he was never around.

Then Luke Castellan had decided to steal the Master Bolt and the Helm of Darkness. The lives of the di Angelos changed forever.

As it turned out, their father was the Greek God Hades, Lord of the Underworld. Their esteemed daddy sent his Fury, Alecto, to retrieve them before they could be killed, only a misunderstanding had occurred that resulted in Bianca killing her math teacher with a pen-sword-thingy that was terribly balanced.

Then the brother and sister were whisked off by Grover, who revealed himself to be a satyr of all things, to a place called Camp Half-Blood...where another emissary of their father's, the Minotaur, came to try and retrieve the children of Hades, only for the same misunderstanding to occur. Long story short, Bianca and Nico walked away with a pair of giant bull horns, while their mom was apparently killed.

Life at camp was pretty boring, aside from that bathroom incident and the shadows. Until the capture the flag game, where Hades tried once more to bring his children to his side via Hellhound. Same misunderstanding, same result. Although the di Angelos did get claimed that night, which was awkward as hell and raised many red flags.

A quest ensued, involving Bianca and Nico (because there was no-way she was leaving her brother behind in the lion's den), Grover, and a daughter of Athena, Annabeth. It was an eventful thing, with monsters, gods, and hopeless situations involving national notoriety, monsters, and almost falling into Tartarus.

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