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Nico
Anger gripped Nico in an ice-cold grip. And all that anger was aimed at Percy Jackson.
When they had come out of House of Hades, Percy had barely even glanced at him. Only later, in the evening on the Argo2, had he spoken to Nico. But the conversation, like always, was short and it just seemed to hurt Nico more.
He was confused about his feelings. Were they supposed to be that strong? Why did it hurt? Why did he feel a pang of jealousy when he saw Percy give Annabeth that look so filled with passion and longing?
Nico was a son of Hades. He understood Life and Death and how to kill monsters, but none of the lovey-dovey stuff to do with emotions. But when he met Cupid, he realized that Love was a monster. It was harsh and complicated; not something to be underestimated.
Another reason why Nico was confused was because of when he was born. He came from a time period where everyone was against some certain things and then all along…Well, the truth is, Nico felt ashamed. And angry. Angry that he was feeling those kinds of feelings. Betrayed; betrayed because Percy cared more about Annabeth than Nico.
“Nico?” Reyna asked warily.
With a flush of embarrassment that probably didn’t even manage to show up on his pale face (thankfully), Nico realized he’d been glaring at the same spot on the floor for around ten minutes.
“Sorry.” He muttered, staring at the Italian countryside in front of them.. “Just tired. You know, from the shadow-travelling.”
Reyna didn’t comment, which he was grateful for, but unfortunately he couldn’t say the same thing about Coach Hedge.
“Pah!” The satyr grumbled. “We’ve only got as far as Lecce. Now if we’d killed that tourist and took his car like I said, we might’ve actually got somewhere.”
Nico resisted the urge to punch the satyr in the face. Thankfully, Reyna intervened.
“Look.” She said. “Let’s rest up. The sun’s already setting and Nico’s transported us a good two or three hundred miles. I’ll take first watch.”
The three unpacked their supplies and sat down behind an olive tree at the edge of a field full of unknown crops.
Reyna sighed wistfully, her dark eyes glinting moistly in the light of the setting sun. “You know, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be without responsibility. No leadership, no quests, nothing like that. Just live a normal life somewhere.”
Coach grunted in agreement.
Nico was in no mood for day-dreaming of what it could be. They had a mission. They couldn’t abandon their duty.
Yet you are free to daydream about Percy Jackson? An insistent voice in his head murmured.
Shut up, me. He thought back.
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The Blood of Olympus
Fanfiction{{{FANFICTION}}}- Sequel to Rick Riordan's House of Hades: Percy and Annabeth are out of Tartarus and all of them made it out of the House of Hades. But the seven have many more challenges ahead of them, especially now that they're without Coach Hed...
