Chapter 16

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*December 18th, 2007*

The cold, brisk air of the snowing Friday night brushed past my face as I flew through the sky. My free, non braided long black hair flowed in the nighttime wind as I flew through the snowing clouds, a bubble of wind around me to protect me from the snow as it fell from the sky. I didn't feel the cold, or at least the cold didn't really affect me all that much. I could very much tell that it was freezing, yet I was barely affected, as if I opened a refrigerator or something. I still wore warm clothing, though.

I wore a black hoodie over my classic Camp Half-Blood T-shit, along with dark red sweat pants and black combat boots. I didn't bother to put my hood up, as the wind would have just blown it away while I was flying. I was on my way to meet Percy, Annabeth and Thalia at this place called Westover Hall. Some kind of military school or something, as Grover called us all out here for some reason. Grover had went back on his quest to find Pan, but for some reason, out of nowhere, contacted all of us and told us to meet him here on this day. He was especially adamant that we bring Nico was well.

Speaking of the son of Hades, I had to carry him in my arms while I flew, bridal style. We hadn't said much to each other over the journey over here, which had only been a few minutes, as the sound of the roaring wind made it difficult to make conversation. Nico was wearing winter clothes, just like I was.

He wore his aviator jacket, plus a pair of black mittens with skulls on them, which I thought just looked super cute. He wore a pair of black jeans and grey snow boots. Nico also had this adorable black and white toboggan one that covered his long, beautiful black hair. The son of Hades was cold, as he snuggled into my chest as the freezing wind blew past us. Over the past five months, Nico had grown a little. He was now a solid five foot three, which was still very short, yet not actual midget size like he had been before. I could no longer make fun of him for being a midget, which he took great delight in.

I still made fun of him being shorter than me, which I for one, took great delight in. Growing in height was not the only thing Nico had done. The son of Hades was starting to go through puberty, which meant all sorts of things which I did not want to mention here. The main change I could notice with the son of Hades, was that he was no long skin and bones like he had been before. He was starting to fill out everywhere, most notably his lower body.

Speaking of changing, I had changed substantially over the past few months as well. For one, I was nearly five foot eleven, only a quarter of an inch away from the height. I towered over Nico, which he was a little bit bitter over. My frame was wider, more muscular. I had to weight probably at least one hundred and eighty pounds, almost all of it pure muscle.

My muscle now bulged and were clearly visible and impressive even through my winter clothing, something I was honestly really happy about. I had always been a little on the scrawny side, even after training a bunch, so to see some real muscle finally start to come in was a welcome sight and change. My face had lost virtually all body fat and looked very defined and clear, however not losing large amount of youthfulness from it. I was still fourteen, so I wasn't going to look like a super model just yet. My hair was also much longer, going down to my middle back. I didn't bother to put any braids in it, or even brush it to straightness.

The reason for this was rather sad If I was being honest. I no longer really talked to Taylor all that much, ever since the whole thing where I saw him kissing Arthur in the forest happened. Actually, I didn't talk to the son of Ares at all anymore. It wasn't like I just up and stopped talking to him out of nowhere all of a sudden, but more like we just slowly disconnected.

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