The Dead Raisers' Quest (HOO/ MPHFPC crossover fanfic)

Nico 1

I'd just like to say that this will take place after the oracles are all back in place because there's a prophesy in this fic

I had a collection of odd dreams last night. This wasn't surprising, of course; that's just a part of being a demigod. But the ones I had last night were... Peculiar, to say the least.

In the first one, I saw a family playing on the back porch of a house. I didn't recognize the scene in the least, but I somehow knew that this event happened sometime in the late 1930s. Maybe it was the general atmosphere. The family consisted of an Italian woman- who bore some resemblance to my mother- and three children: a pudgy blond boy of about twelve (who did not look even remotely Italian) and two little girls who were maybe eight and nine or right around that area; you could tell the girls were the woman's daughters. The three children were playing some game I didn't know while the woman sat on a rocking chair, watching them with a broad smile on their face. There was a warm glow in my chest as I watched the happy scene; then it was extinguished by the memory of my own mother and sister. I pursed my lips and tried to push that thought yo the back of my mind.

I'm not sure if what happened next made it hard or easy; a man came through the screen door and kissed the woman. I could tell this man was definitely the father of all three children; the boy was a splitting image of him; both of them had the same short, stocky build, round baby-ish face, and unruly blond hair. The man stood in the doorway, talking to the woman; I couldn't hear what they were saying. The children didn't seem to notice the man on the porch until he screamed in pain; he clutched his chest, blood spilling through his fingers. The woman looked pale and horrified. I felt him die; I mean, it wasn't as present as it would be if this was actually happening right now, but I definitely felt something. The woman seemed to have felt it too; she didn't linger by his side; she ran over to her horrified children, who were huddled together in the middle of the yard.

"Run, children." I recognized her frantic voice, but couldn't place it. "Don't look back. Find your cousins in Italy-" she was cut off by a monster stabbing her in the back of her chest- a large, spiny monster I could only see the vague shadowy outline of. The woman collapsed on the ground, and hoarsely cried, "di Angelo!" Before dying.

At this moment, the young boy grabbed his sisters by the arm and led them running into the forest behind the house. The monster pursued them.

Then the dream shifted; the three children were inside a crude shelter made of sticks and spongy vegetation; a human who was just walking by would never see them. The boy was holding the younger girl carefully and singing a lullaby. The other girl laid by his side.

"Enoch, I'm hungry." The girl laying down next to him said, rubbing her stomach for emphasis.

The boy- Enoch- smiled and said, "okay. I think the monster's lost us." He carefully laid the other girl down and crawled out of the shelter, eying everything in sight. Since it was dark, I couldn't tell if the monster was there. Enoch made his way over heaps of roots and vines to a thicket of blueberry bushes, picked a few handfuls- shoving them into the many pockets of his overalls- then made his way back to the shelter.

The dream shifted again. I was on the banks of the Styx as a boat full of souls was arriving in the Underworld. They were all black and leathery except two; Enoch's little sisters; they were clear as day, holding tightly onto each other with horrified expressions.

"Knock-knock?" The younger girl's voice echoed. "Knock-knock? Mama? Papa?" She trembled in her sister's arms.

The dream shifted once more. This time, I was standing in an empty field, but I wasn't alone; several yards away, facing me, was a boy. He wasn't Enoch, but he was about the same size though much leaner. He wore a formal tux and top hat, like he was going to a party or something. I figured he might be a god or something and therefore know what was going on.

"What was that about?" I shouted to him.

"I thought you knew!" He shouted back in a British accent.

"Well I don't!"

"Me neither!"

Then I woke up in a cold sweat, my own screams echoing off the obsidian walls of the Hades cabin. I flung off the covers and bolted out the door, clad in only my boxers. It was mid-morning and all the other demigods were busy with their activities. I saw Will sitting in front of his cabin, reading; it must've been his free period.

"Will!" I got his attention, jogging over there.

He looked up, put his book down, and met me with a curious look in his eyes. "Hey, Nico. Something wrong?"

"I dunno." I shook my head. "But I had a dream; it wasn't like normal; it was different somehow."

"How?"

I furrowed my brows, searching the images of my dream. "I'm not sure."

"Well what was it about?"

I described the scenes as much as I could.

Will chewed his lip, deep in thought. "They don't really seem abnormal."

"I think those events actually happened." I said.

"You said you felt something when the man died..." Will thought aloud. "The girls were clear as day in the underworld... Do you think they were children of Hades?"

"Maybe; those events happened sometime in the thirties." I replied. "What do you think the monster was?"

"You'll have to ask Chiron about that one." Will shrugged. "Go get some clothes on and we'll talk to him."

My cheeks grew warm; I hadn't realized fully that I was only in my boxers.

Once I'd put on black jeans and a black t-shirt, Will and I went to find Chiron. Fortunately, he was not giving archery lessons at the moment, but on the porch at the big house sipping a drink with an umbrella. He looked up at us. "Need something, boys?"

"Nico had some dreams he thinks are out of the ordinary." Will explained.

"Is that so?" Chiron looked at me.

"Yes." I them explained my dreams for the second time that morning.

"You didn't see the monster?" Chiron asked.

I shook my head.

Suddenly, someone shouted "Chiron!" And the three of us looked; an older camper, son of Hecate, I think, was running towards the big house.

"What is it?" Chiron asked when he got to the porch, panting.

When he'd caught his breath, the boy met Chiron's eyes. "There's a new prophecy."

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Sorry that wasn't quite as good as I'd hoped

It's been a while since I've written a Percy Jackson fanfic

Love ya!

CC