Queenie: Hello to all new and current readers of my stories. I just wanted to introduce my latest story, which is a Game of Thrones/PJO crossover. It's a Robb Stark/OC/Jon Snow story with Jon Snow being the end game. I usually don't have love triangles like this, but I wanted to give it a shot. I hope you all like it.

I never asked to be born for greatness. I never asked to have an extraordinary life, or one full of adventure. However, the moment I was born it was fate that I have a life full of extraordinary adventure. But with that extraordinary life came many sorrows and death. Though considering I am the daughter of the King of the Underworld himself, I suppose it was something to be expected. And if any of you are wondering if you misread, you didn't. I am the daughter of the King of the Underworld. I am the daughter of Hades. My name? Celena di Angelo.

Now, I know what you might be thinking. I have to be come kind of loon for saying Hades is my father. Honestly, it's alright if you go on believing that because the less you know about the world I grew up in the better. So please, feel free to set this story aside, and move on with your normal, safe lives. However, if any of you reading this wish to continue, I must warn you that the more you learn the more unsafe you become. Especially if you start to think you're finding yourself in these pages.

I suppose I should explain a bit more, so you all can understand the risks. Being the daughter of a god isn't that grand. In fact, in can get a person killed, or put in near death experiences on a number of occasions. Not to mention that being a child of one of the Big Three is an even bigger pain. The higher your godly parent is on the metaphorical food chain the higher risk you have at being attacked and eaten by the many monsters that'd just love to make you a snack.

Not to mention, you always seem roped into some kind of major prophecy that can change the world and everything in it as we know it. My cousin Percy Jackson learned this the hard way even if the prophecy wasn't completely about him. Though at least he lived through it all as did most of us half-bloods whether we be of the Big Three or not. I thought once all the craziness of the war passed that things would be relatively peaceful, and that I would not have to worry about any more ominous prophecies that would lead to danger. I was sadly mistaken.

Barely a year after the war, and I was given my own prophecy. One that had me on edge. I was only told by Rachel—the new Oracle—that 'When Winter Comes Death will Follow. The Eldest Child of the Underworld King will have to answer the call of Winter. To put the Seven Kingdoms in an Endless Summer or freeze them over in Winter's Grasp,' which had more than just me on edge. Of course, the eldest child of my father would have been Bianca, but she's long since been dead. Then even though Nico and I are twins, I am the elder by five minutes.

I sometimes curse my fate being born as a child of Hades. I wished I was never born sometimes. However, there's no changing things now I suppose. I was born nevertheless. I have survived all these years even if by the skin of my teeth. I helped fought in a ward that helped save mankind. Now it seems as fate as dealt me another hand, and while I am not happy with it, I will face it head on. Let this winter come. I will show its harsh frigidness that I won't be conquered so easily.

"Where in the name of Zeus am I?!" I shouted up at the sky.

I received no reply. Not even a rumble of thunder or crack of lightning that would signal Zeus being unhappy with me using his name in such a way. I frowned then looked around at my surroundings once more. I was in a forest area with the trees so tall it was hard to see the tops. I had no idea how I managed to get here. One second I'm traveling through the Underworld.

You know, just taking a leisurely troll to clear my thoughts, and the next I'm somewhere I've never seen before. At least I think it was just a second ago. When I try to think back to it, things get fuzzy as if I'm missing part of my memories. What happened exactly and how much time has really passed? Was I attacked? Sent here purposely? But why? And when? I held my head getting a slight headache the harder I thought about it.

"This can't be happening to me." I grumbled. "I didn't accidently fall into Tartarus again, did I?"

The last time that happened, I did see many strange and horrifying things that could drive any normal person mad. But this was new to me. Tartarus has never shown me anything like this, or ever put somewhere I shouldn't be. At least I felt the familiar weight of my pack on my back along with my sword. This time I wasn't unprepared as I was the last.

"This is just perfect." I complained. "I have no idea where I am, and there's not a soul in sight."

Not living or dead for that matter. I sighed wondering what I should do. I have the suspicion praying to my gods to give me an answer wouldn't help me. Knowing them they probably weren't in the mood to talk. They were never in the mood to help when I actually needed something, but they seemed to love to butt in to my life when I'd rather them stay out of it.

"Just standing around here can't be an option." I said to myself. "Even though I don't know the area, I suppose picking one direction and going with it is the best option I have."

…Go north…

When the voice spoke, I quickly looked around wondering who had spoken and where they were.

…North is where you must go, Celena…

I quickly realized when the voice spoke again it came from my head and that it belonged to my father.

"Dad, what is going on?" I asked aloud. "Where am I? Why am I here?"

I received not reply from him, which had my frowning. Though I shouldn't be surprised. Leave it to him to not answer my questions. He'd only speak if he wished. I knew that perfectly well, so why did I even bother?

"Fine," I huffed. "North it is then. Any idea which way that is?"

I asked this sarcastically while not really expecting some kind of answer. Just then a raven flew by me getting my attention. It landed on a fallen tree while turning in my general direction. It seemed to look right at me before letting out a loud 'caw!' while flapping its dark black wings.

"Are you meant to show me the way, little bird?" I asked it.

It just cawed once more before it took up into the air once more heading in the direction it had been going once it passed me.

"I suppose that answers that." I said.

I adjusted the strap of my pack on my shoulder before following after the bird. I didn't want it to get too far ahead of me, did I? I followed the raven a bit farther until I came across a road. I stepped onto it while looking towards the raven as it once more landed for a moment. It cawed at me then looked in one direction that the road was going.

"So is this my path?" I asked.

The raven just cawed again before it took flight to head off into the forest out of sight.

"Thanks for the help." I said grinning.

I started walking down the dirt road before me while hoping to come across some form of civilization soon enough. I needed to learn where I am, so I could figure out how to get back to camp. I just hope I didn't worry anyone too much with my absence. Especially Nico. I never liked worrying my brother to an extent.

"Please, don't let there be a bunch of crazies at the end of this road." I mumbled.

An hour seemed to pass during my walk, and I was still in the middle of this forest. I was starting to wonder if there even was an end to this forest. So far it didn't seem like the case. I kept going since I was too stubborn to just give up now. I would make it to the end of this road, dammit. As I kept going, I suddenly heard what sounded like the hooves of horses thumping loudly on the ground. I straightened up while listening more carefully to pinpoint where the sounds were coming.

From in front—I glanced behind me quickly—or behind? It only took another split second to realize the sounds were coming from behind me. Even if I needed to speak with people to know where I was, I didn't know what kind of people were coming my way. What would be the safest thing to do now is hide and see who passes. If they seem friendly enough or if I can take them in case they were shady, I'd stop them. With that in mind, I ducked behind a tree while peeking around it to see who might come by.

NO POV:

Jon let out a slight laugh with Robb as the two brothers rode along with Ned and a few other men from Winterfell. They came into the forest to do some hunting for fun, and were finally heading back towards Winterfell. None of them had been too successful in catching anything, but Jon had fun all the same. Jon then happened to look forward as they were rounding around the path back to Winterfell, and he could have sworn he saw someone duck off the road to hide behind a tree.

"Did you see that?" He asked Robb glancing at the older boy.

Robb gave him a curious look because he had not seen anything odd worth mentioning.

"See what?" Robb asked.

Jon frowned wondering if he had just been seeing things. However, at the front Ned narrowed his eyes slightly because he had seen the same as Jon. Once nearing the tree, Ned come to a stop with the others following suit.

"My lord?" Jory asked looking at Ned in question.

Ned said nothing at first as he looked at the tree as if something was off about it. Jon glanced at his father wondering if he saw the same as him.

"I know you're there." Ned spoke out. "Come, show yourself."

It was silent for a moment before a girl, who seemed to be Jon's age, poked her head out from around the tree. Jon stared at the girl with wide eyes when seeing how beautiful she was. Her hair was a dark chestnut brown that fell to her shoulders in ringlets. Her skin as white as the freshly fallen snow in winter while looking completely smooth to the touch. Her eyes were a dark brown that seemed to have flecks of gold, and framed by long dark lashes. As she stepped completely out from behind the tree, Jon saw she was petite in size with a toned figure that most women didn't have yet it fit her perfectly.

Her way of dress was different than what he has seen before, and it was odd seeing a woman in trousers to begin with. She wore what looked like a white tunic under brown leather armor. Then she had on dark colored trousers that fit her form tightly and were tucked into oddly made black boots. Jon noted the pack on her back along with the sword that rested there. Jon looked back to her face seeing she was staring at Ned with wide eyes.

"Uncle?" She whispered. "Uncle Zeus?"

She stepped forward almost looking relieved as she looked to Ned with a smile. She then said something in another language that had Jon and Robb exchanging a curious glance. To Jon it almost sounded as if the girl was greeting Ned or asking him a question, perhaps. Though it was hard to tell since Jon has never heard such a language before.

"Child, I believe you have me mistaken for someone else." Ned spoke to the girl. "I am Ned Stark of Winterfell."

Once introducing himself, the girl's expression dropped a bit with it turning troubled.

"I'm sorry." She said switching back to the common tongue while looking down. "You look so much like my uncle that you could be twins. It'd be nice to see a familiar face about now."

"Need you help, child?" Ned asked. "Are you lost?"

The girl bit her lip while looking to Ned cautiously now before glancing at the rest of them. Her eyes landed on Jon last with their eyes catching for a moment. She then moved her eyes back to Ned.

"I'm afraid I do not know where I am." She said honestly. "None of what I have seen is familiar to me."

Ned was silent for a moment as the girl glanced around with that troubled look still on her face. His expression seemed to soften as he looked at her.

"Tell me, where do you live?" Ned asked.

"Long Island." The girl replied. "In America."

This confused the men once more because they have never heard of such places.

"Long Island?" Ned asked. "I am not familiar with such a place."

The girl's eyes widened as if she couldn't believe someone was unaware of her homeland. It was silent for a moment before Ned spoke again.

"What is your name?" He asked.

The girl, who had been looking down at the ground, looked up at Ned once again.

"Celena." She said.

"And your family name?" Ned asked.

Perhaps he has heard of her family's name. If so, it might be easier to get her home.

"My mother's family name is di Angelo." Celena replied. "My father technically has no family name, but his name is Hades."

Ned has never heard of a family known as the di Angelo family. In fact, he's never heard of a family name such as that one. And if her father had no family name, perhaps he was a bastard child. None of this information, however, helped Ned know how to get the girl home. He sighed while coming to a decision.

"We can speak more of this in Winterfell." Ned said as he looked up. "Night will fall soon. You may ride with one of us, Celena."

Celena seemed unsure at the moment, and Ned could understand the girl's caution. She is a young beautiful maiden in front of many men. Any girl smart enough would be cautious. She looked around before finally moving over to Jon and his horse.

"May I ride with you?" She asked.

"Why?" Jon asked curiously. "Because I seem like the most trustworthy?"

"No, you seem the easiest to overpower in case you all aren't as virtuous as you seem." She said rather bluntly.

It was silent for a moment as the men stared at Celena in shock. The silence was broken, however, as Robb started laughing loudly at the shocked look on Jon's face. Soon the other men joined in with the eldest Stark son. Ned was even chuckling as he smiled in amusement at Celena. This girl had spirit.

"You really think you can take me?" Jon asked after overcoming his sock.

He then shot a look of annoyance at Robb who was still laughing the loudest out of the group. Robb quietened his laughter though the amused grin remained.

"Yes." Celena said simply with a one shoulder shrug. "However, I'd rather not resort to violence. You all seem like nice people. Now, may I please ride with you?"

Jon was silent for a moment with a slightly unhappy look on his face, but he did finally dismount his horse. He knelt down slightly while cupping his hands for Celena, so to give her a boost up onto his horse. Celena gave him a polite smile then hoisted herself up without any need of assistance. She took the reins then looked at Jon expectantly. A few more chuckles left the men as Jon tried to figure this girl out. She was a strange one that was for certain. Jon then sighed before he climbed onto the back of the horse. This was going to be a long ride back to Winterfell.

CELENA'S POV:

After arriving to Winterfell, I had been escorted to a large room that looked almost like a small throne room. Ned was there along with two men I did not know. One a large robust man with his braided sideburns tied together around his chin almost looking like a beard. The other was a small elderly fellow with a slightly balding head.

"Celena, these are Ser Rodrik Cassel the Master-at-Arms here at Winterfell and this is Maester Luwin." Ned said. "They're here so that perhaps they can help us figure out how to return you home if possible."

I nodded my head as I glanced at the two men behind Ned once more. They seemed harmless enough. Of course, I did too until someone either provoked me, or backed me into a corner.

"Now, you said you are from an island named Long in the territory known as America." Ned said. "In which direction is this territory?"

I blinked thinking these people talked a little weird. Though considering the way they were dressed, and what kind of living they all seemed to have, I dare might say I somehow ended up in the very distant past. Most likely America doesn't exist as of yet.

"It's west of here." I answered anyway. "My people originally came from an island country known as Greece before migrating very long way to America."

I thought mentioning Greece might ring some bells with them since Greece has been around for many, many more years than America. However, no recognition came across their faces. I'm starting to believe I'm not even in same "universe" as these people. Is it possible I was transported to another reality or another world? I know the gods can do many things, but this seems ridiculous.

"I really am far from home." I said mostly to myself. "Do the gods find this funny?"

"Gods?" Luwin asked. "Child, do you speak of the old gods or the seven?"

I looked towards Luwin with a quirked brow because I had no idea what gods he was talking about.

"If those are the gods you worship here, I do not know them." I said honestly. "The gods I speak of are the Greek gods. Namely the ones who sit on the twelve thrones on Mt. Olympus. Those are the gods of my people."

Of course, my father Hades is just as important as those twelve Olympians. At least in my opinion, but I could be biased.

"I have never heard of such gods." Rodrik said glancing at Ned.

"Nor have I." Ned said shaking his head. "You mentioned your gods might find this funny, why?"

I bit my lip wondering how to explain that one without somehow hinting I knew the gods personally, which would lead to them wondering how a mortal could be so close to the gods to know them so well.

…Tell them the truth…Tell them everything…

I held back a frown when Hades's voice returned to my head. Oh, so now he wanted to talk to me, huh? And did he really want me to tell humans that I'm a child of a god? Surely they'd think I'm crazy, or run me out of Winterfell thinking I'm some kind of freak.

…Tell them…

Holding back a frown because a bit harder at my father's sterner tone of voice, but I did manage. I inwardly sighed before opening my mouth to speak.

"I know my family well." I replied.

This had the three men standing a bit straighter as they looked at me closely as if wondering if they heard me right.

"Your family?" Ned asked.

"Yes," I said nodding. "I mentioned Zeus being my uncle when I mistook you for him, and that Hades is my father. Well, Zeus is the king of the gods while Hades is the god of the Underworld where he rules over the different lands of the dead."

It was silent for a moment as the three men looked as if I lost my mind. Yep, I knew this was coming.

…Show them your gifts, Celena…

For someone who didn't want to answer any of my questions earlier, he's certainly being a Chatty Kathy now.

"I can prove I'm not completely human as long as I have your word that no harm will come to me once I finish." I said. "I mean no harm to anyone here, so I'd wish to feel as if I'm not going to be harmed in return."

While Rodrik and Luwin looked unsure, and as if they wanted to throw me in a cell right then, Ned had a more curious look. Finally he nodded his head.

"You have my word." Ned said. "No one here is going to harm you for showing your gifts."

I stared at him a long moment looking for any sign of deceit. When I saw none, I took a deep breath before sinking down into the shadows at my feet. I heard the men gasp from above the shadows before I moved around in the inky darkness without a problem. I came out of the shadows behind them while clearing my throat to have them turn and look at me. They looked at me with wide eyes, and for a moment I remained silent to wait for one of them to start shouting witchcraft. When they didn't speak, I decided to.

"That is known as Shadow Traveling." I said. "Only children of Hades can do such a thing. I also have a limited control over fire."

I held out my hand with it being engulfed in green flames. Hmm, even if I am in a different world, it seems I can still access the flames of the Underworld.

"Magnificent." Ned said as he looked at the green dancing flames. "You truly are a child of gods."

I let the flames die out on my hands while looking to the three men as they exchanged glances. I really hope my father made the right decision to have me show these strangers my powers.

"We have much to discuss." Ned said finally looking back at me. "You may wait for us outside. Once we make a decision, you will be the first to know."

I sat outside on a wooden railing watching silently as people bustled about Winterfell. I was waiting for Ned, Rodrik, and Luwin to finish speaking about what to do with me. As I've waited, I've had a lot to think about. Like the fact, I'm obviously not even in the same world as my own. Which means I can't simply ride home on a horse or sail home on a boat or fly home in a plane.

Now things were really bad. If I was in another world, I had no idea how to get home because I had no clue how I ended up here in the first place. As I continued mulling over this, I noticed movement to my right. I glanced to the side without turning my head to see a girl who was probably no older than twelve. She had pale skin and dark brown hair with eyes almost as blue as mine. She was regarding me curiously, but I noticed her gaze flicker to my sword, which was still on my back more than once.

"Do you know how to use that sword?" She finally spoke as she drew closer.

My brow quirked when seeing she was one to get straight to asking the questions she wanted answers to. Even if it may seem rude. Though her question didn't bother me too much.

"You mean this sword on my back?" I asked turning my head towards her.

She nodded her head while looking back at the sword as I reached back to grasp the handle.

"I was taught how to use it, yes." I said nodding as I removed my hand from the hilt. "I've actually fought against many foes with it."

Her eyes lit up as she drew closer not seeming cautious at all of me the stranger in her home.

"Really?" She asked.

"Yes." I said simply. "Where I am from the women are taught to fight just as well as the men. But,"

I paused while looking around as if seeing as if anyone else was around. I did spot Robb and Jon, who I formally introduce to earlier, looking at me and the girl curiously. I smirked at them before looking back at the girl. I motioned her forward as if I didn't want to be overheard. She came forward with an eager smile.

"In my own opinion, I say the women make the better fighters." I said not too quietly.

She let out a small laugh as I heard snorts not far from us. I didn't need to turn around to know who did the snorting. The girl then sat down beside me once climbing up to the top of the railing.

"So girls can fight where you come from?" She asked. "And no one sees it as wrong?"

"That's right." I said. "I started my training when I was only ten. My teacher was named Chiron. He's taught many skilled warriors. Some of which are known as legends where I'm from."

The girl seemed even more curious when I mentioned Chiron who I could really need right now. He'd probably know how to get home from here. I then looked towards the girl while holding out my hand to her.

"My name is Celena by the way." I said. "Nice to meet you…"

I trailed off signaling it'd be nice if I could have her name as well. She smiled while reaching out to shake my hand.

"Arya." She said. "Arya Stark. That's my name."

Oh, another Stark child, huh? I was about to say something else when I heard people approaching. I turned my head seeing Ned was heading this way with his advisors. I jumped down from the railing before helping Arya down next. Once she touched down on the ground, I let her go. I walked towards Ned while stopping in front of him and the other two men.

"You don't seem as if you will be a threat, so I have decided you may stay here as long as you need." Ned said. "Even if you decide to remain here indefinitely, you are welcome. However, if you still wish to find your way home, I will help you in any way I can."

I smiled gratefully while dipping my head to Ned. He might look like Zeus, but he was in no way my uncle. If he was, he would have just killed me the second he saw me alone and vulnerable. Now that I think about, why was I so happy to see him when I thought he was Zeus? Was I that desperate for a familiar face

"Thank-you." I said. "I really appreciate this. I will try not to be a burden."

Ned gave a kind smile while reaching out to pat my hands in a gentle manner.

"Later I will ask my wife to show you to what you may call your room." Ned said. "I am certain you must be hungry as well. Supper should be soon. You may join my family."

I thanked him once more thinking things were starting to look up, and made me feel less worried.

"I would like to learn more of your homeland and culture as well," Ned added. "But that can wait until you have rested."

Ned then excused himself to leave with the two men following after him. Well, at least I had somewhere to stay while I tried to figure out my next move. Now if only my father or one of the other gods would speak with me. This can't be some kind of punishment, could it? I haven't done anything wrong that I am aware of.

"So you're staying with us?" Arya asked as she came to my side.

"Yes, it would appear that way." I said looking down at her. "Though I do not know for how long."

Hopefully not too long. I needed to return to my world, so that I may return to Nico and Percy and the others. I just couldn't stay here.

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Little did I know that at the time being here for a very long time was exactly what the gods had planned.

Queenie: Okay, that was the first chapter, and I hope you liked it. Let me know in a review, please.