Cosmic Love [A Nico Di Angelo Love Story]

Wandering, Wandering

Pietra's P.O.V

I tried calling out for help. It was no use. Nothing, nobody could help me now.

Negative thoughts raced through my mind making me feel a huge burden of hopelessness collapse onto my shoulders.

I felt crowded, stuck and I didn't know what to do. Would the lifeless souls around me with the intelligence of a piece of dirt help me? Probably not.

I thought about my past, about my brothers, about my friends- but most of all, about food. I hadn't had a decent meal in a week! And by 'meal', I mean a big, beef burger. My brother, Jacob, cooks the best burgers in the who-

A sudden thought struck my mind like a lightning bolt to a mountain of metal. How do I remember?

I know of my death, that's the only memory that I can see clearly. But I don't know why the gods killed me. Well, they are stupid, so I guess that makes sense, but I feel like there must have been another reason.

What was special about me? There are plenty of other demigods that do huge things and aim to stand out and be acknowledged by the gods, Hades knows why, and all I did was go to camp halfblood and find out I wasn't a hero, I didn't belong.

The Gods didn't care about me and I was never claimed. I only found sanctuary with my brothers (they adopted me into their 'family' of 2).

Looking around, I tried to find some way out or at least someone who looked the slightest bit humane so I could get them to answer the thousands of questions swarming through my mind.

Suddenly, I felt eyes pinned to the back of me, which I thought was unusual considering everyone here had their minds blank and vision faded.
Turning around I felt a wave of relief combined with fear wash over me.

I saw a 15 year old boy staring at me intently with huge dark eyes, his raven black hair long and messy making him look rebellious. He was tall and toned and was wearing a black T-Shirt that had a skull with crossbones on it, under a black jacket. His dark skinny jeans were ripped in a few places, and a Stygian Iron sword hung loosely from his belt.

Am I the first to say, DAMMMMMM! [A.N. Haha, dam]

"My name is Nico Di Angelo, pleased to meet you." He strolled over to me, stretching out his hand for me to shake. I shook his hand and looked at him suspiciously, no knowing whether I should hug him for being alive, or to swing my sword at him because, as my brothers had taught me when I was 7, stranger danger.

My left hand clutched the hilt of my sword as I narrowed my eyes at this 'Nico' guy. My sword was pretty awesome, it was by far my favourite weapon because I could change the blade between Iron, Celestial Bronze, Vampire Acid, Imperial Gold and Stygian Iron.

Noticing my suspicion, he looked at me in amusement before saying, "I'm not going to hurt you. Come on, I can help you get out of here."

Ohhh. Right, you're not gonna hurt me, well why don't I just trust my life with you because, you're not gonna touch me! Note the sarcasm.

"Why should I trust you dude?" I raised my eyebrow, left hand still gripping the hilt of my sword. "I don't need your help anyway."

He smirked at me, "Well answer to question A; Because I'm the only one who is alive here, and B; You have absolutely no idea how to get out of here." 
His logic was so reasonable, it made me even more annoyed. He smirked at me for a bit longer, I replied with a glare, and then he simply turned and strolled back in the direction he came from.
My jaw dropped. He just walked away from me. How dare he! 
Looking around I saw there was no other option but to follow him, unless I wanted to chase a ghost for the rest of eternity.
Sighing in defeat, I jogged up to him and rolled my eyes while he smirked at me.