Lacey

  I woke up nicos arms. I was a little shocked, he was crying. “Nico” I said, “I'm okay its just a flashback, like hazels.” Nico grinned “I’ll have to tell hazel its a side effect, curious information very curious” I laughed. I saw Percy, Katrina, and Melody walking down the hallway. I stood up and started walking to the doors that once led to my room. “In areas neame are we doing lacey”Nico called. “Katrina and melody, please come over here. Things are about to get weird.” Confused, Katrina and melody walked over to me. “There” I said pointing to the chained doors. “In there is my room, my entrance to the underworld, the life stones of two helpful princesses” Katrina looked at me like i had gone crazy. “Not to be rude Katrina but how exactly are we supposed to get in there.” I raised my hand towards the chains. The chains lowered back into the ground with a creaking noise. “In Hades name” Nico said in awe “Exactly i said with a smile” I pushed open the door to find my old room. It looked almost the same besides the fading colors. I walked shakily over to the vanity and picked up the life stones. I turned to give Nico a stone and gasped. Nico was now dressed in dark purple and black dress robes with a shimmering crown placed on his head looking at me with an extremely perplexed face. I looked down at my own self and gasped again. I had on a dark purple black and gold medieval style dress with gold shoes. Katrina, Percy, and Melody turned around to look at us and Percy stifled a scream. All of a sudden Hades appeared in my ancient room. For the first time he had a pleasant smile on his face. “Clever gem you are, using flashbacks to put the pieces of the puzzle together. oh and Nico i see you have a new style going on. ah yes well to see you all i will see you all soon some sooner than others. good luck on your quest.” Hades left almost as quick as he came. Katrina was smiling at nico. “Nico you're a prince. im guessing the prince of Elysium because you match Lacey.” “ IM A WHAT?!?!?” he replied in a shocked tone.

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