Can I Come Home Yet? {Camp Half-Blood Fan-Fiction}

Chapter 2: Familiar Faces.

Luciana's POV

I gasped, and grinned, overjoyed to meet someone that spoke my language. "Hello!"

The horseman chuckled softly. "Hello young lady. My name is Chiron. I am a centaur, half-man, half-horse."

"Ooohhhh. I was wondering what you were, I wasn't sure." I nodded my head. "My name is Luciana...Luciana..." I struggled to say my last name. "I'm sorry, I can't remember my last name." My smile was replaced with a look if defeat, and my shoulders slumped.

Chiron furrowed his brows, and frowned. "Oh dear..." He made his way over to me. "It'll be alright, Lucy, may I call you that?"

"Yes..." My eyes lit up. "S-Someone used to call me Lucy, when I was young, I think..."

A sad smile spread across Chiron's face. "That's a good start, Lucy. Hopefully you'll remember your memory soon."

"I hope so." She said, smiling up at Chiron.

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Nico's POV

I stood behind the campers, watching everyone be happy and cheerful.

"That girl..." A voice said behind me.

I turned, seeing Percy behind me. I raised an eyebrow. "What girl?"

Percy chuckled. "The girl that you clearly watched me talk to."

He was right. We both turned our gaze to the campfire. "What is so interesting about her?"

"She reminds me of someone. I can't place my finger on it." He furrowed his brows in thought.

"Well, what did she look like?"

"Long black hair, olive skin, easily Italian."

Italian?! I thought. "Easily Italian? How can you tell?"

"She didn't understand English. She greeted me with a 'Ciao'. Say,-"

"Where is she." I demanded. It can't be, but it has to be.

"In the Big House with Chiron."

I quickly headed over to the big blue building.

"Wait, Nico-!"

I ignored him. He described Bianca perfectly...except for the fact that this girl could only speak Italian. But Bianca spoke Italian. But she was dead...wasn't she? She had asked for rebirth. She was reborn. But that didn't matter. I had to see her. I walked up the steps of the porch, hanging a left. I looked through an illuminated window.

"I hope so." I heard, in perfect italian.

"It looks like her...but it doesn't sound like her." I mumbled. "She's too old to be her...but...I feel like I know her..."

"It will be okay, Lucy." I heard Chiron say, his replies in Italian. "You will get them back, Luciana, I know that you will."

Lucianna? My eyes widened. Okay, I definitely knew her. But from where...

"You know her, don't you?" A voice said.

I jumped up a bit, but nodded. "I can't remember from where though."

"She looks like you and Bianca. Did you have an older sister besides Bianca?" Percy asked, glancing into the side of the window.

"I don't know." I sighed, and murmured, "Who are you, Lucy?" in Italian. I quickly moved out of the way of the window, as she had saw me standing there. My normal frown returned, and I made my way to the front of the porch, sitting down on one of the wooden rocking chairs.

Percy followed behind me, sitting on a chair opposite of the door.

The door quickly flew open, not giving me much time to relax. I quickly stood up, seeing a girl in dark blue jeans and a black hoodie that matched her hair perfectly. Lucy... I thought.

We stared at each other, her eyes widening. "You..." She said in Italian. "I...I know you..." She clenched her teeth, but she didn't seem angry. She seemed as if she was in pain.

I looked at her, worried. "Are you okay?" I ask.

Percy stood up as he saw my expression. "Nico, what's wrong?" He looked at Lucy, who was now clutching her head.

"Nico..." She murmured. I remember that voice... "Nico...di Angelo..."

Percy's eyes widened.

And she collapsed.