A/N: Hey there guys! Welcome to my PJO fanfic! x3 Hope you like it. This one has been sitting on my computer for a while, soo.. O.O just leave me some reviews! thank ya! Oh, and Nico would be most pleased if you leave a review as well. Right, Nico?

Nico: I can't believe I'm here with you. You should totally un-duct tape my from this chair. Chiron won't be happy when he finds out about how you-

ENOUGH. *duct tapes his mouth* Um... Carry on...

I didn't ask for this. Nobody should ever want this. I would not even wish this upon my greatest enemy.
Our stories always end in tragedy.
I will now tell you my story since you're probably waiting.

My name is Victoria Hunter. I am fourteen years old. Did I mention I'm dyslexic and have ADHD? I live in Downtown New York.
Very boring.

Now, in order to understand my life, we have to go back a bit. Things really started spiraling down at the beginning of summer. Also the day before my birthday. I didn't live with my real parents. I didn't know who they were. But, I didn't care. I had foster parents who actually loved me and treated me like their own. People at school liked me, too. All except for one teacher, Ms. Nocturne. She would stare at me and make me feel really uncomfortable. I avoided her as much as possible. And then, kids started disappearing after their thirteenth birthday. My best friend, Alicia, disappeared. Her dad filed a missing person report but he told me that he had a feeling Alicia was better off where she was. At the time, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. And Tyler had also disappeared. He was my other best friend. Athletic, strong, handsome Tyler. GONE. And what was scary was that my birthday was right around the corner. June 18th. I was scared out of my wits. But, there was also this sort of excitement. I couldn't understand why. Maybe it was because I wanted to know of what had happened to Alicia and Tyler. I don't know. But, any ways, back to the beginning of summer.

My foster mom, Amy Hutchins, walked into my room at 7:00 (in the morning!) on a Sunday and told me, hurriedly,"Victoria, get packed. We're taking you to your summer camp."

I rolled over onto my back and groggily sat up. "What?" I asked, my eyes still heavy. Amy walked over and said quietly,"I'll explain on the way." Something in her voice made me jump out of bed and say, now in a very eager voice, "OK, Amy." I put on my favorite pair of jeans; ripped and awesome. I threw on a "Laurent Junior High Girl's Soccer Team 2010" neon-green reflector shirt, brushed my hair, and pulled it into a pony tail. My bangs were unruly and wouldn't work with me. I'll just leave them out, I thought. I walked to my doorway and glanced around my room. Then, without thinking, I hurried to my closet and pushed my clothes around until I found what I was looking for.

A beautiful silver cloak.

I had no idea whose it was, but it was warm and I had a strange feeling that I should probably bring it or never see it again. I flew through the kitchen and nearly ran into Robert Hutchins, my foster dad.

He smiled and said,"Well, hello there, Sport! You ready to go?" His lighthearted tone calmed my nerves.

And then I remembered the music box. I had to get it! I ran back through the kitchen and into my bedroom. I power walked to my dresser. On top, was my beautiful, dilapidated music box. It was hunter's green glass with an inscription in a compartment on the bottom that said, To our dearest daughter on her first birthday. We love you. Father and Mother. I opened it and had to push some gears in order to hear the slow melody. The song was called "Memory". It made me think. The only memory I have of my parents are my mother's smile, a moon shining fiercely, and a glow from my father.

We love you, I thought sarcastically. If you both had ever loved me, would I be in a foster home?! I tried my best not to cry. I shut the music box, stopping the bittersweet melody.

I slipped it into a tiny velvet bag and carried it out of my room slowly. All of a sudden, I heard a scream. I almost dropped the music box. I ran to the kitchen, grabbed the silver cloak, and pulled it on.

Still holding the music box, I raced to the living room. Another scream split the air. I was totally freaked out now.

And that wasn't even the beginning of it.