Even though I was dreaming, I could feel my heart shattering at my brother's very words.
"Mr di Angelo, everything will be alright. You have nothing to worry about. Bianca is fine, as are Zoe and Thalia."A middle-aged man with greying hair, bushy caterpillar eyebrows, an a beard stood on a wooden porch connected to a large house. The most..unique feature the man had was from the waist down, was the body of a magnificent white stallion.
"But-"A young boy at about age ten on the creaky steps of the porch. He had dark hair and eyes. Left hand clutching a set of Mythomagic cards.
Nico.
"No buts, Nico. Your sister is in good hands."The centaur said firmly, but gently."Now, one thing that I would like to know,"Crossing his arms, he continued,"Where is Percy?"
Nico fidgeted, uncomfortable."I don't know."Seeing the horse man's look, he gave in."Percy followed them."
"That would explain the missing Pegasus."
"I asked him to look out for Bianca."My brother admitted.
"Another reason why your sister is in safe hands."The centaur flicked his tail patiently.
"Yes, sir."Nico clomped down the steps dejectedly. As he walked, he muttered to himself,"Percy failed. I can feel it. She's dead. Why won't anyone believe me?"
****
I sat up, gasping. My body was sprawled out on the grass of the park. The sky was darkening, only some streaks of red in view from the setting sun. I must have fallen asleep. But oddly, I don't exactly remember going to sleep..what happened? Wait. Oh yeah. Crazy voice in my head. The world spinning. How could I forget? But that dream. It was so real. Nico...Nico..he was there. Maybe my dream really did happen. That crazy thought almost made me laugh. How was that possible? But after a second thought, I decided, being a Demigod, almost anything could happen.
Rolling onto my side and my eyelids gently closed shut and I was soon pulling into sleep.
****
Nico di Angelo walked into a cabin with clothes and belongings scattered everywhere, shoulders slouched and posture dejected looking.. The room was vacant of people except for Nico. The boy sat down on a bed in the back of the cabin and looked around to make sure no one was there before fishing out an old photograph from his jeans' pocket. It was withered and slightly crumpled. On the photograph was a girl at about age Twelve. She had dark hair pulled into a braid and tan skin. She looked exactly like me. Only difference was I obviously am older and my complextion isn't tan anymore, more like "moonlight" pale.
Nico stared at the wrinkled paper, sadness and pain showing clear on his expression."I lost you, Viola,"He whispered,"Now I lost Bianca."Here's the thing, my brother NEVER cried. But I watched, shocked, that a single tear slipped down his cheek. Just one. It dripped onto the picture of me and slipped onto the creaky wooden floorboards. Plop."Why did you leave us? Me?"Nico shouted, surprising me."We needed you."He said, his voice barely a whisper again."Why did you go?"Even though I was dreaming, I could feel my heart shattering at my brother's very words.
He shoved the tear-stained picture under his pillow abruptly when he heard the sound of the door open and saw bright sunlight peaking into the cabin."Hey, buddy."A tall, lean guy with brown curly hair that fell into his blue eyes peaked into the Hermes Cabin."It's uh, Campfire time. You'll probably be claimed tonight."He smiled crookedly in a friendly way before shutting the door.
Nico stood up and walked to the door, slammed it shut, after walking out. Then he was gone. Just like that.
