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PERCY

He was sitting on the beach, happy and all, and then a freaking goddess he swore he had gotten rid of popped up in the middle of his private thoughts. Gee, that sure makes a person joyful like a four year old with Santa Claus!

Not. Plus, Santa Claus didn't even exist, so it was kind of a bad comparison.

The sky darkened for a second, and instinctively he whirled and uncapped his pen. There was a faint hissing sound as the blade slid into form, and his eyes widened. A woman in her mid twenties stood behind him, her black gown fluttering around her legs like gossamer wings.

His first thought was—Monster. Blame him, but if you were a demigod, and someone showed up in the middle of camp looking all powerful and shit? He was instantly wary. She glanced at the sword like it didn't trouble her at all, which sent his mind into a crazed frenzy. If any god tried to read his thoughts now, he was sure they would get a permanent headache.

She smiled, a warm one with a hint of apology. He didn't ever recall meeting her, but apparently she was expecting him to do something. Lowering the sword point an inch, he tried to figure why she looked so familiar. Not in a good way.

Her eyebrows rose as she watched his eyes dart back and forth. "I am Nyx," She finally informed him, after he threw his hands(And his sword) up in exasperation. The blade was immediately pointed at her.

I freaking swear I saw her in Tartarus! His memory screamed.

His mind whirled as he debated possible ways to stall for time and get help, but he drew a blank. He doubted that anything could help, though. A bunch of demigods against a Primordial? Screw getting help—they would all just be killed anyway. His grip on his sword tightened. "You."

"Me," Nyx agreed calmly. She held her hands up in a symbol of surrender, and he cautiously lowered the sword and scanned her for hidden weapons. The Primordial regarded her calmly. She was in human form; thank the gods, not 'evil demon who wants to destroy the world' form.

Actually, now that he thought about it, she was actually beautiful, with hair the color of obstidian, flowing down her back and stunning silver and black eyes that flashed when she turned. The wings were still there, stretching from her back in an endless expanse of raven feathers.

To sum it up, she looked nothing like the demon that had attempted to kill Percy and Annabeth when they had met for the first time.

"What do you want?" Okay, so it wasn't the smartest thing to piss off an all powerful goddess that already probably hates you with a passion, but what could he say? If there was a god of annoying people, he was probably a decendant of him.

She smiled, snapping her wings shut with a flapping sound. Unlike in Tartarus, where they had created an aura of darkness, these merely blasted him with a face full of air and a couple of stray feathers. Not the best change, but how could he complain? She wasn't killing him yet—that was a good start.

Almost tentatively, she sat down on the sand next to her, her black chiton making her stand out like obsidian on a field of snow. Instinctively, he moved away, his hand still clutching the hilt of his blade with a death grip. For moments, she didn't move, just staring out at the sea, and he finally allowed himself to relax.

She didn't seem like she was plotting his death as she turned and regarded him carefully. Her eyes—he still found them intriguing—scanned him for anything and everything. He wasn't even sure what she was looking for—she just was. The way she observed him was unsettling, like predator and prey.

"I want to apologize." She was blunt, that was obvious. If he was drinking anything, he probably would have choked, but as there was nothing in his mouth, he embarrassed himself anyway by going into a coughing fit. She stared at him, slightly amused—there was nothing guarded about her expression. It was written all over her face.

Just when his day couldn't get any worse, he grumbled to himself inside his head. A random goddess comes up and freaking apologizes for almost killing me.

Nyx shot him a slightly peeved glance, and he realized that she had read his thoughts, plucking them from his mind like petals off a flower. Was he really that easy to read? As she opened her mouth to respond to the question, he decided he really didn't need to know.

"The Olympians may find admitting faults hard," she ignored his previous comment (It was his mind, for gods sakes!). "But I have never seen it as difficult. Perhaps that is why I am so often overlooked." Her voice was weary, and he decided he liked her voice when she was not in 'I'm going to cut you to pieces and then blow you up' mode.

"But…you're night. How do they overlook that?" His brain, apparently, hadn't quite woken up, and he mentally smacked himself in the face with whatever he could find inside his head. Unfortunately, there were way too many weapons, so he imagined himself hitting himself with a rifle, which was not a pleasant experience.

"Night is the most basic," She explained, her fingertips absently tracing patterns on the sand. They formed swirls and designs, some of them greek words and others that just looked like meaningless squiggles. The waves drew away from her, as if sensing her prescense. Probably they had; water was unnerving that way. "People forget the most basic."

"Wha…" He was completely lost—Annabeth was more clear than this. Heck, the Oracle(Rachel and the mummy) was more clear than this, and she spoke in riddles. Nyx eyed him with an amused smirk on her face, which he somehow found infuriating. "What?"

She shook her head. "Tell me, Perseus—"

"Percy." To his relief, she didn't seem to be bothered by the interruption. Instead, her hands traced one last puzzle on the sand before they folded in her lap.

"Tell me, Percy Jackson. Do you know the deity of water?" Her strangely hypnotizing eyes bore into his, and he got the feeling she wasn't looking for an obvious answer. He was about to answer Poseidon, when he realized that as much as he didn't know about his dad, his father was the god of the seas, not water.

He shrugged. "Hydros?" It was a wild guess—a crazy one, one he faintly recalled from Annabeth's lectures(Man, were they annoying), but Nyx's face lit up like she'd won a million dollar prize. Her wings spread and fluttered for a second before they folded back together, and her eyes sparkled.

"Very good." Her voice was still calm, but there was joy hidden in her tone. "Be proud, Percy. You are one of the only six to answer that question." She gave him a smile he decided was rare, and that she needed to smile much more often. (All of the gods did.)

"Most people would say Poseidon," He guessed, dipping his hand into the sea. It responded, lapping and rolling at his touch. "But he's the sea, not water. So was Oceanus, though he was closer to freshwater." Nyx narrowed her eyes, calculating.

"Your girlfriend, Annabeth?" He nodded, slightly impressed that she still remembered her name. "She's a smart one. I'm guessing she taught you this?" His face heated slightly, but he shrugged in answer. "Yes, she did. I'm surprised you remembered what she said." Her tone was slightly teasing.

"I'm surprised you remembered her name," He admitted, still not meeting her eyes. "She has a…knack for pissing off the gods, while remaining innocent. Me? I just piss them off. No argument there." She laughed, the first one he'd heard that didn't sound evil. It was melodious and cheerful, the opposite of her personality down in Tartarus.

"She angered me," Nyx remembered. "I was foolish—a travel brochure? Guides? She could've thought that plan more thoroughly.. But I was forgotten too many times—time in the Pit tied my mind up. It makes one bitter. I wish I hadn't attacked."

"We could've been more diplomatic," he decided. "Thought our plan through more?" She shook her head.

"If you had, you would've been dead. You, Percy, have very good instincts. Follow them, and you will prosper." Now she really sounded like the Oracle, but he decided against mentioning it to her.

"I guess I understand your intentions," He relented, finally sheathing his sword. He didn't realize that he'd been holding it, but when he set it down his arms were sore. "I'll tell Annabeth."

She nodded. Her chiton rustled as she rose, brushing at the sand. "Tell her I'm sorry," She told him. "And tell her she would make a wonderful lawyer. She's got a very wise tongue." Nyx cracked another smile, already turning away.

"Do me a favor, will you?" Nyx was asking this time, not commanding. "Remember me. Remember Night, and the rest of the Primordials that have been pushed away in favor of the newest gods. I will see you again."

She was gone in a shower of starlight.

He wished he had a picture of Annabeth's face when he told her the news.

A/N: Sorry for the delay in posting. Enjoy...I won't accept the challenge of Gaea...sorry. I don't really like her (Understantement) SO i'll probably end up beating her up. Sorry again. Hopefully this was good, and in character...Nyx doesn't get much non evil character in the books.