You are nothing. Burn before me. DIE. Nero's last words before the world blacked out snap you awake. Your eyes remain closed, though. You cringe when you feel morning sunlight spill onto your skin. Wounds on your sides and abdomen sting, but you feel a thick bandage has been wrapped around the injuries. You'd gone seeking Nero in his tower, trying to get him to give up on his crazy plan to destroy the world. True, he'd died permanently when you'd been knocked out, but you'd almost lost your life. You're a demigod. Your father is mortal. Your mother is immortal. The problem is: that nobody can know who she is. They'd never trust you. Your eyes finally flutter open, sunlight hitting your deep green eyes. A few gasps emit around you. "Looks like a Poseidon kid," says one voice. Someone scoffs. "Don't judge based on appearance," says the voice, but it sounds a bit hesitant. "She could be! Long black hair, deep green eyes? She has the looks of a Poseidon kid." A rough voice cuts in. "As long as she ain't evil, we're good," it says. Your vision clears. All around the bed, you're lying on, there stood...Several people. A soft voice appears in your head, with underlying danger beneath it. Your mother's voice, from the last time you two met. Percy Jackson. Annabeth Chase. Jason Grace. Gleeson Hedge. Nico di Angelou. Piper McLean. Hazel Levesque. Frank Zhang. Leo Valdez. That's why these faces look so familiar. The one named Jason tilts his head, concern but seriousness etched into his expression upon his handsome face. "We thought you wouldn't wake up."