The Reaper (Percy Jackson)

There Was Once A Little Monster

Hey, again :P. Still looking for a dedicated beta, and I just realized that I am not at all reliable with sticking to those deadlines that I have tried to make for myself... so yeah... Anywayyyyy. The pairing of the story is going to be PercyxArtemis, just in case you thought it was gonna be something else. I want to thank all of you for just being the most awesome readers, and I want you to know, that without you, I wouldn't have been able to finish the story. I'm not even kidding. I just don't have the will power to finish the story, but for some reason, knowing that you like my story, and look forward to it, is the motivation I needed. Thanks guys :3. That's pretty much it. Dig in.

Bianca had come back, and she was, for lack of wanting to use an actual word to describe the situation, cultified. She had a silvery aura about her that matched all the hunters. I hadn't really noticed it until now. Everyone was shocked, to say the least, but Nico must be devastated. Artemis was walking behind Bianca, and she said proudly, "hunters, welcome your new sister." Cheers arose from the side of the hunters. A pissed off grunt came from Thalia, and a glare from Annabeth. Jake was just content. However, the most piercing reaction was Nico's cry of disbelief.

I stared straight into Artemis' eyes as the hunters greeted their new member. She met my gaze head on. She didn't even blink. I would have kept staring, and initiated a staring contest, but someone had to be attended to, no, not a baby, Nico. Although, some (me) would argue that that is the same thing. Something to remember is that the trick to winning an argument isn't about being right, it's simply about making the person across from you believe that you're right.

I knelt on the ground, put my hands on Nico's shoulders and asked him a very simple question. "Does the duration 73 years mean anything to you?" I asked, guessing a random number that would be believable. His face was set into a frown, but he shook his head and look at the ground, mad. "73 years." I moved my hand to raise Nico's face to meet mine. "73 years." I repeated. "That's how long Bianca spent completely disregarding everything that she wanted just so that she could look out for you. 73 years, she placed all of your desires ahead of her own. 73 years, she did all she could to make sure that you were taken care of. And now, when she wants to feel what it's like to be this, you're too angry about it?"

"She shouldn't leave me..." He muttered. "Now I'll never see her again." Sometimes, when I see a problem like this, one that I could so easily solve, I think that everyone is an idiot, but I realize that they're just idiots about some things. I get very annoyed, and when I get very annoyed, I'm not a very happy person. "Of course, she's not leaving you." I said with a scowl, but I thought better with it. You get more bees with honey... And you get more with manure, what's your point? That's a quote from Big Bang, and you know it. Not very original, is it now? I rearranged my facial features to more closely mimic what I thought a smiling person looked like. "You'll get to see her again. The hunters come by the camp, and you can visit her whenever you want." Apparently it worked. I looked back at Artemis and said, "Isn't that right, Artemis." No reason to provoke her now.

"Nico, you can come visit Bianca." She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it, as if deciding that what she was gonna say was probably not the right thing to say. I would bet my invisible ninja, Tim, that she was gonna say something along the lines of 'but not too much'. It looks like she isn't as hostile to Nico as she is to me. It probably has to do with the age thing. As soon as you hit puberty, and the ball falls, literally, you're screwed.

"You can come visit whenever you want." Bianca said quietly, if that makes any sort of sense. Then, she gave Nico a smile that I envied. A smile of an angel, a smile that said everything is fine and I still love you. You never deserved this. You will never get this. Even with all your stupid acting. You will never have it. Spot on work, Watson. Now, let Sherlock handle this. "Yeah, I'll do that." He said, echoing the fudging tone of his sister's voice. This has officially gotten wayyyy too mushy for me, and I must state it for the world to hear, so I stood up, and did just that. "This is too mushy. Just. Just. Too mushy." I said. "I'll just go now. I know all of you will miss me. Specially you, ladies." I pointed at the hunters. It must really piss them off that the most that they could do is glare at me.