Nico di Angelo never expected her. She seemed, at the moment, another demigod that was rescued. She would soon blend in at camp with the others, be another camper with no significance to him. She would forget about him, and he, her — or so he thought. An unlikely friendship forms — and possibly something more — if they two could get past the embarrassment and awkwardness. Too soon, problems arise, and she is cursed with an incurable disease that's slowly turning her hair and eyes silver. As her end begins to draw nearer and nearer, he realizes that there's nothing he won't do, to sacrifice, to save those silver eyes.

Artemis wanted Prometheus to make her a child that isn't a child of some other god or goddess. She wanted a child that was like a mini version of her that is a demigod. Once Artemis realized she couldn't even see the demigod, Hestia decided to help Artemis by taking care of the child. What if you were that child of Artemis? Well, I guess you're not because I am. It's not that bad, if you don't include being judged by the waxing gibbous on my forehead. I know the phases of the moon by heart, and I have a waxing gibbous moon shape on my forehead. Aunt Hestia always says that it's a birth- mark. But it's not like I believe her. And my life all changed when I learned who my mother was, and especially when I met Nico Di Angelo. ~sneak peek~ "You are officailly the second most feared in the camp" Will said. "It's not like I can help it!" I replied and smiled. "Maybe you and Nico can go head to head to see who's scarier. I'll bet money on you" Will offered. "Never gonna happen" I stated. ~end of sneak peek~ (You believed that Nico was the only one who people were scared of? You thought wrong) (WARNING- this story sometimes contains a strong use of language and may dip into a little lemon, little lemon. Not allot. Read at you're own risk)