I know I said I was going to try and stop, but this fanfiction addiction has gotten to me quite recently when I thought of the mythology connected to the giants in Riordan's new book about Jason and them. Since Nico was never really there I decided to give him this part. I hope you enjoy.

This takes place after The Lost Hero. I adore the book and am rereading it so forgive me if I mess up some character, for some of the newer characters are not fully developed. We'll see how it goes.

As the golden dust rustled in the pit of blackness, it started to gather rolling in a gentle breeze toward the body of a girl. It swirled around her fingertips in a flurry settling into her skin as if it were puzzle pieces. The dust that remained rode the last bit of wind to the girl's lips where they danced on the broken piece off body that seemed to be missing sections of its self, but when it settled against her lips she was whole.

The chest of the girl rose as she took her first deep breath in a long while. The dry air swirling in her lungs that seemed to be nothing but an accessory to her. Though her body still slept, she was alive. Her hair was changing lengths and shades, though it was strewn cross the black rock her body was strewn across. Her body seemed to change as well. Her lips changed how plump they were or slender. The shape of her face seemed to change at the slightest as well morphing before any beholder.

This was the part where she would have to wait though. This siren had spent so many years among the mortals getting what she wanted until she was slaughtered by a boy she had been hunting for quite some time. Blonde hair with a girl, a powerful girl who would soon have to make a choice to give up any future she would possibly have that involved the likes of him, that had been traveling across the country. Soon, he would be marked with a scar, but before she could witness the occurrence she had been speared by his black haired, blue eyed girlfriend with an arrow.

It took much more to kill a siren than simple arrow to the shoulder. Her chest would have been a more effective target, but nonetheless, without a heart, it still wouldn't do much good. They were young and naïve; she could have taken them down so easily, but she let herself get distracted. She allowed herself to get cocky and she attempted to show them just how powerful she was. But, no matter her power, she could not distract the smallest girl who hacked at her relentlessly with a dagger.

It was her fault she had bent sent back to the soul swallowing darkness of the pit that she had tried to stay away from for so long. The only issue with being a siren, such as she was cursed to be, was that when one was pulled from the pit they were assigned an objective. Until her objective was complete she was not freed from her master. The only way that one would get around that would be if they started with no master whatsoever; however, sirens slept much like she was at that moment until they were pulled. They could not climb the walls like the hellhounds and the other beasts, for they went into a sort of hibernation. They could only wish to be pulled from the pit and be given an easy job.

If only that were the fate of most…

Her body rose from the ground without a conscious thought in her head. It rose slowly as if she were still lying down on the black floor below. The only way she changed at all when she was lifted was that her hair fell back dangling beneath her lifelessly. Her eyelids rose ever so slightly though they did not open as her eyes were given back to her and the movement could be seen through them as she saw her past, being reminded of her failure. Her chest rose and fell swirling life into her body but that was all that kept her alive. The blood that pumped through her was the golden fluid of immortality that moved on its own without needing something as petty as a helping hand from a heart. The soul that occupied most pointing out everything correct was completely blackened by her past to an extent where there was no point in having a soul within her at all since she sold it off to anyone she pleased to get her way.

The lip of the chasm showed itself and her body found rest just outside its swallowing grasps. The darkness was intoxicating and it hung onto her body as long as it could before it slithered back into the depths fearing the minimal light of the Underworld. The body of the girl relaxed, her fingers slightly curled in as her palms laid face up on the cold stone. Her tattered clothes lay against the stone as lifeless as she was only moving when she breathed.

The shadow of a man stood over her. The man himself was in a normal form. His dark suit including the dark blue that made up his dress shirt. His hands were in his pockets and his dark hair was limply lying against his head, hanging in his eyes as if he had forgotten to slick it back that day.

"Rise siren," he spat kicking her leg as he started to pace.

Her eyes flashed open. The pitch black that seemed to have followed her out of the pit settled in her eyes. The blackness of her pupil had expanded to incase her iris and sclera to make her eyeball look completely black. She took a deep breath as her eyes met the world around her. The darkness of it was comforting though she would rather have the sun.

"Would you choose a form you wretched beast," he growled and the siren smirked searching through his mind before making herself look like a nicely built native American girl. There were feathers tied into her hair hanging with beads. Her eyes were dark brown as she settled into the form and she found her clothes changing as well into leather that folded over itself primitively as if she had simply tied it around her body to hang loosely and cover her. Since her constant change seemed to have bothered him so much, she had changed into what form he found most attractive. With the bronze skin and dark hair, she had taken form of his fantasy, of a girl the man may have loved at one point.

"Very well," he snapped as the siren got to her feet, "mock me, but I have pulled you from the pit and now you will follow orders." His husky voice was deep and it made him seem menacing, but he did not scare her. All he could do was push her back into the pit where she would wait for another to pull her out. At least this time she would be in full form and would be able to rest peacefully. Unless, the possibility of her body shattering when it met a ledge on the way down through the bottomless pit came to reality.

"Then ask it of me Enkelados. You speak as if you have utter control over the situation, but you have yet to tell me anything of the terms of service in which I am forced to agree to," the siren's voice was smooth but a bit deeper than expected though she had pulled that from his thoughts as well.

"You will not speak so out of terms with me," Enkelados turned directly to her meeting her eyes which was his first mistake. The siren hadn't taken this form to follow orders simply because she was told to take one. She had picked this one specifically from his memories and fantasies. The siren was standing in a form of everything he ever wanted, and in her eyes he saw everything he ever desired from a woman. "Destroy this form," he ordered and she sighed letting it melt away until she was standing in her favored form.

Her blonde hair and fair skin matched with her Renaissance peasant dress. The skirt was long but tattered at the end. She seemed bare like an open canvas dressed in black and white and a clean face that lacked the makeup most women piled on these days. This was a form that most girls took advantage of. They thought they could make it more beautiful by adding things. Voluptuous bodies that they embellished with ridiculous clothing or accentuating jewelry, all of it was extremely ridiculous. She took the body as it was and only took advantage of the fact that she could change it.

"You know my story," Enkelados looked at her once again dead on only seeing her black cold eyes that had no affect on him. "Now, I am putting you in charge of the beginning of history. If it will repeat itself you must spin this into action. This is your target," he threw down a picture of a dark haired boy with dark eyes. He wore an aviator's jacket and in the picture he only looked about twelve. "This is an old picture we have from a girl we found amongst an old junk yard. We had even older ones from a mortal school, but this would be more helpful. Since then he has disappeared from the mortal world. He should be around fifteen now which I know makes your job that much easier." Enkelados chuckled, and it seemed to bring a gust of wind that carried the picture across the floor to her.

The siren gathered the picture in her hand and looked at the picture tilting her head to think. "You want me to have history repeat itself; that's it, correct?" When he nodded she smirked. "You send me after this boy because he is to help me start this spiral? A son of Hades no less than? I need to know of what part of history it is exactly I am to repeat."

"You know very well what piece of history it is I am referring to, and you will respect my request and have it completed or you can join your sisters back in Tartarus," Enkelados growing impatience was spiking and it could be heard in his voice.

"Fine, fine," she held up her hand in surrender and slid the picture into the overcoat of her dress. "I will need time. Do you know the boys current location?" She tightened the strings of her dress but when she looked up he was gone. "Very well, I will find him myself. Now, I require only time." She giggled into the darkness listening to the monsters that were trying to scale its steep walls.

Her feet carried her to the River Styx where Charon was unloading a group of ghosts that had paid their way. She changed into a form she used frequently, for it was the one she used to leave the Underworld. Charon caught a view of her and pulled to her side letting the loading dock fall down to greet her.

"My dear, do you bring payment this time?" Charon asked his hollow cheeks and pale skin making him look deathly ill. But, the siren stood in pale form with dark hair and light blue eyes. His eyes scaled her and she could feel him gawking at her. He knew what she was and accepted that he would give her rides if only to see her perfect face for a little while longer.

"Put it on my tab Dear, I will pay eventually," the siren walked onto the boat and kicked the gang plank into the river where it caught fire and sunk into the river's grasps. "I need a ride to the surface, I need the sun." Charon did not respond he simply pushed the boat onward toward the surface.

They rode in a perfect bit of silence as they glided up through the waterfall that Charon shielded them from allowing them back into the mortal world. They boarded an elevator and rode back to the top where they came out in the recording studio where Charon took seat to a desk quietly and let the siren leave without another word to her as if she weren't even there.

The siren let her bare feet carry her down the streets. She followed the sounds of crashing waves that enticed her to the water where she belonged. A daughter of storms and tragedy, she was the personification of a sailor's beautiful nightmare. She was as changing as the weather and a tragedy to have about. She could lead people to their deaths. They would kill themselves with her venom in their blood. They would even follow orders with the venom running through her system. People would kill for her, quite literally.

As she met the sands of the California beach she smiled. Her body ached to feel the water lapping at her skin and her form that she could not carry on outside of the waters. Her toes hit the wood of a dock and she walked its length to the very end. She looked down into the black churning waters where the faces of fearing naiads swam away as fast as they could.

"Home," she smiled just as she dove in letting the water take her away. Her tail moved about taking advantage of the currents. It drove her toward her destination on the other side of the country. Her sisters that had been unfortunate enough to be cursed with a babysitting job, and in return for losing the child to the lord of the Underworld, had been bereft of their forever morphing power and given the body of birds. Their tails that let them cruise amongst the tides had been taken and the shame in themselves had banished them to that cursed island in the Sea of Monster. Demeter had stolen all of their glory from them and now she was one of the few of her sisters left who had any self worth that they could live with.

She came upon the shores of a river that repulsed her. The siren crawled from its waters standing on the muscular legs of the woman she enjoyed being. A plain, bare girl that was so much more powerful than she would let people believe. She made it to the side of the road only to find her self following it mindlessly. She knew very well where she was going. Camp Half-Blood wasn't too far, and the walk would be nothing to her.

She pulled the picture from her coat looking at the boy calmly. "This boy will be the one they kill last. I can only imagine the pain he'll feel after I let him out of my grasps." She smirked not actually feeling for the boy in the picture as she turned down the road that Camp Half-Blood rested on calmly as if there wasn't a whole army of kids on the inside of its borders training for the next time they were needed.

The siren flipped the picture in her hand and stared at the name at the back trying to make out the scrawl. The numbers for the date were clear and so was the note, but the name that was in the loopy feminine cursive was hard to make out. The back of the picture read:

Dear Nico,

I am intending to give this to Percy in hope that he will pass it to you. I want you to know that I am thinking of you no matter the fact that I have joined the Hunt. You will be safe with dad or in camp and I hope that you will realize I needed to do this. You're a strong boy and I believe in you. I will always love you and you will always be the annoying geek I know so well. Read this whenever you get sad and are thinking of me so that you know no matter where I am I am thinking of you.

Love,

Bianca

The siren looked up from the note and to the camp she was standing at the edge of. No one noticed her in the woods were she was hiding just out of reach of its borders. The boy she was hunting was laughing as he raced a few tree nymphs through the woods, known as dryads. The siren caught his thoughts and was able to chase him along the border until she got what he needed.

The siren's body shifted and she became a petite girl. Her hair was an ash brown and she had bright green eyes. She was wearing Levi jeans and a tank top that showed most of her waist. The tan she was sporting was noticeable but not too excessive and it seemed she had no tan lines. Her hair was choppy and short and she looked vulnerable, weak almost.

"Oh Nico di Angelo, if only your borders could protect your mind. I will meet you in the woods and you will meet your fantasy. You will meet Cara," the siren chuckled crumpling the picture up and tossing it to the ground. She snapped her fingers, and it caught on fire the ink making the fire slightly blue as it ate away at the film paper it had been written on. The clear face of Nico di Angelo melted away from the page as the gloss was eaten and soon all that was left was ash.

Did you know that mythology said the Siren's Riordan mentions are only the sirens that were babysitting Persephone when she got kidnapped by Hades? Demeter punished them by taking they're beauty and cursing them with the bodies of birds. The whole shapeshifter thing is my twist on the legend. I hope you like it.

Sincerely,

wisegirlindisguise