A Story To Be Told - Nico Di Angelo X Reader

Fifteen

Nico lay on the moist grass below him. The night air was cool, and the fire had slowly died out, leaving a few burnt coals and sparks. Y/N shivered beside him, so he rummaged through her bag and got out another jacket. He unzipped it and spread it over her cold body. He felt her pants and realized that they were almost dry now.

He looked at the sky above him, admiring the bright stars. He sat still, wondering about the plan he was to carry out. The mission he was authorized to complete, successfully, without failure. But, he pondered the thought, the possibility of falling in love with the mission herself.

He'd never felt so lost before, so alone, even though his first kiss was asleep by his side. He remembered the words of his father clearly; that he was not supposed to fail him, and he would suffer great consequences if so. But Nico wanted a normal life, with normal parents. He wanted to make friends who'd have his back. He wanted to live like all kids did, having fun and being reckless, falling in love.

Nico wanted it all.

But it was all burnt away when his hometown's bakery caught on fire. Or so the rumors say, but he knew the truth. The "Army of Dunkelheit" had come and burnt it to the ground, and as a child, Nico's parents sent him off with his sister Bianca, telling them they'd be right behind.

But he looked over his shoulder more than once, and never found their faces, only the flames spreading wider and expanding into the forests. And, as he and Bianca wandered aimlessly, looking for a shelter, the flames caught up, dropping a tree branch and separating them both, and he was haunted by her agonizing screams for help he couldn't offer. Soon, he knew it was hopeless, and he returned. He didn't know where to go, he didn't have anyone to go to.

When he reached the village, it was almost dark on the third night of of his escape. He hid by a tree and saw members of the army salvage anything they could that wasn't burnt or dented. He walked slowly, trying to hide from their sight. Everything was in ashes, so were his parents.

From then on, everything was a blur to Nico. From being taken as hostage to becoming the son of the King, James Midnight, inheriting that name as well, Nicholas Midnight, forgetting his given name.Training everyday of every week, aiming to become the heir to the throne of the Midnight family.

Eight months ago however, his training was interrupted when his father came to him with a request, asking him to abandon his post as prince and go undercover for a few months to capture a certain girl, daughter of a certain woman.
Rose L/N, the King's love interest, but sadly, Rose did not return his affections, and abandoned the army to join her lover Hephaestus and give birth toY/N L/N.

But, as all tragic love stories go, Rose died the day her demigod daughter was born, and Hephaestus was driven to care for her until she was of age to be sent to camp. She was four.

And so, Y/N was raised by the greatness of camp. Learning to be kind and passionate, to fight for what's right. She grew up to become Camp Half-Blood's trusty blacksmith. She loved everyone and everyone loved her. Some envied her, and some wished the best for her, and opinions differed about her, but, she always followed a rule taught to her by her father, which she learned to appreciate as she grew older, that in order to live a happy life, one should first be happy with oneself, so she didn't care about anyone's opinion.

With a map spread widely over the table, James's finger danced over the dry paper, "Camp Half-Blood is here, where all the demigods enjoy their lives in the safe sanctuary and train to..." He droned on, but Nico was distracted by the beautiful girl in the picture on the wall.