Blood of Olympus

VI-- Hazel

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I know, I know—late chappie, again!

I AM SORRY. . .

Let me give you my excuse: NO TIME.

I know, I say that A LOT! But it is just the truth: okay, so yesterday was my awards ceremony at school and I had to be there because 1. I had to sing in the school choir, and 2. I was receiving awards for 1st place in 9 subjects. . .

We had to be there by seven until late, late, late because we had to have a luncheon thingie after—by the time I got home, I was exhausted and I couldn’t even manage to push a few buttons to post this chappie—S O R R Y!

So, I hope that explains my tardiness. . .

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VI—Hazel

Hazel slowly blinked, eyelids closing and opening, as she made sure that the shimmering image floating in front of her was real—and not just some desire-induced hallucination to have her uber-angry, uber-bitter demigod brother speak to her, again.

Close. . .

And open. . .

Yep, Nico’s face was definitely right before her, in the form of an Iris-message.

The shock finally wore off, and the second it did, Hazel started babbling as relief washed over her in humungous waves.

“Oh, thank the gods, Nico,” she breathed, her spatha going forgotten in her hand, and falling to the floor with a dull thunk!

Hazel observed the Iris-message more closely, and saw that Nico was in some sort of cave—tiny rays of sunlight filtered through several cracks in the rock walls, but other than that, wherever her brother was, was completely dark.

A portion of Nico’s face was covered by shadow, but his gleaming eyes, bright and alert, shone clearly in the gloom.

From her brother’s end of the IM, Hazel recognized the sound of dripping water.

“Leo taught me how to Iris-message, and I’ve been trying to reach you ages ago, but I couldn’t get through! I’ve been worried sick! Are you alright? Where’s Reyna? And Coach Hedge? Did you guys already get the Athena Parthenos to Camp Half-Blood? Oh my gods, did someone--”

“Hazel.”

Nico’s voice was soft, as usual, but had that warning edge to it that always reminded Hazel where to draw the line with her brother.