Heroic Spirits Of Olympus: The Lost Hero

"Umu"

Praise me... glorious.. beauty.. Beyond compare!!

These were words that Nero felt went through her mind rather frequently. It was her phrase, because she personified those phrases right? Surely there was no other artist more wonderfully talented than her?

Or perhaps there were others? Well if there were more talented people out there than her, then WONDERFUL.. she would meet these people and have them join her in a wonderfully warm bath of content and conversation! 

Umu!

Now that word also ran through her head a lot, but she wasn't sure why..  But what DIDN'T run through her head often.. well..  it had to be.. 

"Who am I?"

And those were precisely the words she asked herself when she awoke that day in the bus next to a boy she never met before in her life. 

"Hey! Red.. yo.. Nero!!" said the boy as her eyes opened. "Come on we're here already.. don't make Coach Kintaro go all out on us on like.. the first hour of this stupid trip!"

Nero grunted, shaking her head. "Mu... umu... wha? Where.. am I..?"

Nero looked around, she appeared to be on a bus of some sort, surrounded by tons of rambunctious and rowdy children.. 

Yes.. rambunctious.. rowdy, loud.. She didn't mind loud if the loud was of the sort that was beautiful, proclaimed, artistic. Yes.. those with hearts to sing and laugh and think, that was a type of loud she loved. 

But no, this was a loud she despised. It was the type of loud associated with teenagers being absolute assholes to each other. Picking at each other's hair, bullying those they considered lesser than themselves.. ugh.. UTTERLY irritating!"

Nero put her hands on her head, groaning in aggravation. "Muuuuu... such horrible cantering back and forth between the idiot masses!"

"Oh I know.. " said the boy next to Nero. "These guys are all kinda idiots aren't they.. especially Dylan..  Oh who am I kidding? We're in an entire bus FILLED with Dylans.. Dylan here.. Dylan there.. Dylan everywhere! Saber Wars Episode 2, Attack of the Dylans! That's what this is right?"

The boy spoke with a grin.. he talked rather fast, and his fingers twitched a lot, as if they were used to constantly tinkering with things.  He was tan skinned, if Nero had to put his heritage somewhere, would it be... latino?

Wait, what was Latino? Oh wait she knew.. Oh wait.. HOW did she know what Latino was? Heck.. how did she understand what this boy was saying!? She shouldn't know that language the boy used.. she only knew Latin! Right?! In fact there was a whole HOST of languages in Nero's head that she seemed to know but couldn't understand HOW she knew them..

Nero began to shiver, rubbing her head as her headache at all this confusing stuff made her afraid. She needed to remember how she got here. She was this person from this place and she got here by.. wait.. she didn't even remember who she was!? That was scary!

"M.. Muu.." Nero looked around in fear. She was beginning to feel panic well up in her.. And she didn't like it.. stay calm, stay calm.

"Hey! Nero! You okay? Bathroom Break? Tic Tac? Or is this another 'I have an insatiable desire to hit Dylan AND throw him off the edge of the Grand Canyon situation?" said the boy. "Cause if it's the last one.. hey.. I'll help!"

"Umu.. Wh.. who are you?" Nero said, looking at the boy. 

The boy frowned. "Duuuuude.. not funny Nero.. I mean the whole pretend that Leo never existed joke was funny the first time you and Piper did it, but now that's just cold.."