From A Witch To A Demigod (Nico di Angelo Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8

Chapter song: If This Was a Movie by Taylor Swift and Looking for Angels by Skillet

Chapter 8- Back to Desirée's POV-

After I visited Nico, I went back to my bunker where Archer was waiting. He didn't like to see me so stressed out, but that didn't matter.

Two days ago, Gaea had visited me and she told me to do something so horrendous with my magic that I almost told her to screw off and that I wasn't on her side.

But, I didn't because I knew that she would find someone else to do the job and then Nico and the others wouldn't be able to find their way around.

Plus, she said that I would get something in return for doing this. And that particular something would help The Seven.

The horrendous thing that I have to do, is re-create Daedalus's Labyrinth. Yeah, the place full of monsters that has so many twists and turns to make someone go insane.

So, mine and Archer's floor is covered with blueprinting paper that runs out of the room, down the stairs, and through the globe room.

And I'm not even close to being done. I'm going to drive myself insane with this, and I'm going to be so physically and mentally exhausted after creating this Labyrinth that I could possibly die. Possibly.

I've never used this much magic at one time before, and I didn't know what the result would be. I had really wanted to tell Nico, but I couldn't risk it. I just couldn't bring myself to tell him.

I sighed and I readied my pencil. I sketched the foundation of a few parts of it, I built the walls, I made notes about little mental quizzes along the way, and I frowned.

Gaea wanted this by the time Nico and the others reached the House of Hades and I knew that I would need to hurry.

"You're going to kill yourself, just because Gaea told you to do this?" Archer asked in exasperation.

He had been angry with me for the past few days. He was sure that I would die from using so much of my magic.

I sighed in frustration and my pencil lead broke. I magically resharpened it and I got to work again.

"I'm not going to die." I snapped at him.

I wasn't planning on dying, I had a lot to live for... Like Nico, for example. Over the past three days I figured out that he was The Angel.

Yeah, go figure. I had fallen for him even before I knew, which is the crazy thing. And I'd felt so stupid once I'd figure it out. Nico di Angelo- his last name literally meant The Angel.

I cleared my thoughts of that and I let go of my pencil, using magic to make it move with my thoughts, since my arm was starting to get tired.

Doing that was much easier and much faster than doing it by hand, and I wouldn't forget all of my ideas.

Archer rolled his eyes at me and he fell asleep eventually. But I didn't. I couldn't. I needed to get this done.
I hardly even noticed that the sun had risen until Archer threw one of his pillows at me.
****THE SUN ROSE!****
"Hey!" I protested groggily.

The pencil had made its way to the top of the stairs now, which was pretty fortunate for me. Despite the fact that I was exhausted beyond repair.

"Hey yourself, you need sleep." Archer demanded.

I waved him off and he huffed. He grabbed his sword and he used his light power to poof into the outdoors to the fighting arena. I had found time to show him how to do that. It was pretty cool, too.