There Was No Moving On (Heroes Of Olympus Fanfiction)

III: There's no moving on from you Percy Jackson

*EDITED*

Nico Di Angelo

"No." I said. "No. No!" I was in tears and I came running to Percy's side. (Miguel says: Now, sweeties, this is where the video part comes up. (Btw I changed some parts of it, but still giving Credits to the owner of the comic, which is viria, I think, I'm not sure because I forget things, like how I forgot the previous part so I had to re-read it again, and the story, the video by Camille Reyes, and the characters and everything for Rick Riordan)).

"Don't you dare die on me, Jackson!" I started to think of Cardiopulmonary resuscitation, the lifesaving procedure done when someone's breathing and heart beat stopped also known as CPR, that combines rescue breathing and chest compressions. Yes. I know stuff. I was desperate so I started doing it, which means, mouth to mouth respiration. I didn't care. I didn't care if it meant, technically, kissing him. I didn't care what the gods will think, but apparently they didn't either. They just stared at me with concern and tears in their eyes.

"Nico...this is isn't going to work, we tried putting him on what's left of the river, but nothing happened.." Apollo said, with concern, as I pushed down at his chest, tears in my eyes and murmuring to myself that he isn't dead.

"It's been almost an hour....CPR won't revive a normal person." I blew air into his lungs and continued pushing down his chest.

Snapping my head up glaring at him, I can tell my eyes were red from crying, my face smeared with tears, "He's not normal!" I shouted. "He's a demigod.." I choked out. "a hero."

I lost track of time, and lost hope. I wiped my tears, saying "You're a son of Poseidon...you can't just..."

I brought my face down to his, my elbows digging the dirt and came nose to nose with him, and no I wasn't gonna kiss him.

"You can't just die like that!" A tear from my eye fell down from my noes to the corner of his eyes that made it look like he shed a tear.

His face was pale, lips were blue, as if he just drowned.

Not dead, Nico. Asleep. I repeated that line again and again, but it was no use. He was gone.

Everything felt like when I was ten again, (Miguel Says: Thanks for correcting me. :) At first I thought it was six. Oh well, people makes mistakes).

Back when Bianca died. Even though I'm the son of Hades, Ghost king, and almost creep everyone out. I was still afraid of losing people, and death. I felt like a big part of my life was ripped off.

Zeus cleared his throat, trying to sound brave and strong, but his voice failed him. Even the Lord of Skies wasn't prepared for this. "You have fought bravely, Nico, along with Percy" he paused "the gods of Olympus are thankful for heroes like you" he's right bicep was covered with Ichor, the blood of the gods, but he didn't show any sign of pain. Just grief and loss.

"We-we shall return to Olympus. We cannot stay any longer." He sniffed. "Perseus will remain a hero alive or....dead. He will be remembered." They both bowed their heads for respect.

Apollo was in tears, and faced his father avoiding eye contact. Tears fell down from his face. Zeus patted him on the back.