From the Shadows : A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

Oh No I'm in Love with Mr. Sunshi-WHY DO I HAVE A FREAKISH LOOKALIKE?! - Nico

It was a lovely, sunny day at Camp Half-Blood, so naturally Nico di Angelo was in a foul mood. Or he would have been if not for Will Solace. That could be deemed as strange considering that Will was practically a ball of sunshine all by himself considering that his father was Apollo and his naturally cheery demeanor was probably to blame as well. Nico did not really understand why he even hung out with Will as they were basically polar opposites. And he definitely did not understand the weird fuzzy feeling that he got whenever they hung out.


So there they were, sparring in the arena. Well Nico was sparring while Will tried not to die. No one could understand why Will has even attempting to try to spar as fighting was not his strong suit. He was fairly average with a bow at best and absolutely horrible with swords.


Nico sighed as he disarmed Will for what felt like the hundredth time. "Why do you even want to spar?" he asked exasperatedly. "You aren't any good at it. Besides don't you have to be at the infirmary?"


Will got up from where he had landed on his butt and threw a charming smile at Nico whose stomach did funny things. "It's okay," Will said breezily. "Kayla can cover for me." Nico was absolutely confused at this point." Why would Will want to avoid working at the infirmary, doing what he loves which is healing people and instead do something he was terrible at?" Nico wondered.


He was about to voice that question when Austin from the Apollo cabin came running towards them, huffing and puffing. "Will!" Austin gasped out. "Thank the gods! We need you. Like now." He violently gestured back the way he had come. "Hurry!" he said before taking off again. Nico and Will exchanged a look before rushing off after him.


The infirmary was in complete chaos. Everyone was shouting and rushing around. Apparently there was a satyr who had been impaled with a tree branch. The dryad of the tree had shown up and was screeching about the satyr having harmed her life source. There was also the matter of the demigod who the satyr had been sent to get. A demigod who was currently unconscious with a very faint pulse.


Most of the seasoned Apollo campers had, by some unfortunate coincidence, taken that day off. The new campers did not have much experience and were panicking. Nico started panicking too but just then, Will stood up on a chair, screamed at everyone to calm down and proceeded to take charge. "He always knows what to do," Nico thought. "He's so good at his job. One of the several reasons why I love him....WAIT WHAT?! No, no, no this cannot be happening. Not again. It was bad enough with Percy. I can't fall for a straight guy and get my heart broken again. "


His internal turmoil was interrupted by someone shoving him out of their way. He got away from the pandemonium around the satyr and the dryad to the space around the bed next to it. What he saw there made him gasp loudly. It was a girl. A very clearly unconscious girl. A very clearly unconscious girl who looked freakishly like him. The slim nose, the high, prominent cheekbones. The ghostly pale skin which had a very slight olive tint to it. The closed-off, stay-away-from-me demeanor she seemed to radiate even while she was unconscious. Nico stood there for a few seconds, stunned. Then he realized that absolutely no one was helping her.


"Will!" he shouted. Will poked his blonde head above the rest of the crowd. "Nico," he yelled. "I'm kinda busy here..." "No, I know!" Nico yelled back. "It's just that there's an unconscious girl here and no one is helping her!"


Will cursed and ran over after checking to see if the satyr surgery was under control. He started to give the girl CPR. Nico watched from the side, feeling panicked again. All of a sudden, mystery girl regained consciousness, coughing loudly. Her eyes shocked Nico once again. They were bigger and her eyelashes were longer but they were the exact same color as his, a dark brown that was almost black. And they were almost as shattered.


Mystery girl sat up abruptly and fell down again with a groan. She shook her long black waves out of her eyes and said, in a clear soprano voice, "Where the heck am I?"