A Soul for a Soul

"...a soul for a soul..." 

That's all I heard all I cared for in that moment, all I needed to know.

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"Seaweed brain? What are you doing?"

"Nothing." I put the book down.

"If you say so... C'mon we have a council meeting." I nodded and followed her.

The Underworld  laid open on my bed.

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"A half-blood of the eldest gods

Shall reach sixteen against all odds

And see the world in endless sleep

The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap

A single choice shall end his days

Olympus to preserve or raze"

"Luke!"

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The group was cheering. It hurt my ears and I wanted to just go home. They droped us in the Lake.
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I put the pad down and and went to the kitchen.

"What were you doing?"

"Drawing, mom."

"Mhm... What?"

"Friends..."

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"...I'm Nico di Angelo, Ambassador of Pluto."

My chest and my head hurt. They hurt so so bad... I touched his hand and it felt like it was burning.

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"Seven half-bloods shall answer the call,
To storm or fire, the world must fall,
An oath to keep with a final breath,
And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death."

All I could think was : I HATE THE GODS

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I could just die there, in that damned river, I almost let myself do it, but Annabeth kept pulling me. And I had a mission. I couldn't be that selfish.

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I sat on the grassy field and looked up. The fucking wars were finally over. Now I only had one last thing to do.  I got up and walked to the Camp borders.

"Where are you going?" Shouted someone

"To see my mother" I replied. No one stopped me.

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She cried for three hours. And for another three when I told her what was going to happen. She let me do it, though. She knew she couldn't do anything about it. But she'll take care of them.

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The boat rocked gently.

"You've been here more times than you should."

"Well, I like to flirt with Death..."

"You're not dead yet, Percy."

"You'd be surprised, Charon..."

He shrugged.

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"Are you sure?"

"Have been for the past three years."

"... Do as you see best."

"Thank you... Lord Hades."

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A young girl with a silver jacked and a bow entered the Camp borders. She put her hand on a fair haired boy's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, do you know If Nico di Angelo is around."

The boy,who looked like a blond superman, pointed suspiciously a lanky dark boy talking to a blonde with princess curls.

"Thank you."  She approached them.

The blonde froze when she saw her. The guy turned to her. He was shocked. She stopped in front of them. He touched her shoulder, his hand didn't pass through. Tears made their way in the siblings' eyes.

"Bianca?"

"...Yes."

He hugged her. " Oh my gosh you're alive! You're here!" He cried in her hair, he was taller than her. "Come! I have to show you someone!"

Nico dragged her all the way across the Camp. Apparently she had a sister. She met a Canadian Babyman, a pretty native american, that blonde superman, a powerful latina and a few others.

Bianca had tears in her eyes.

"Bianca?"

"Nico... I'm so so so sorry!"

"What? You're going back?"

"I 'm here to stay, but... You know the deal..." She got from under her blouse a pendant and from the bag she carried a notebook. "A soul ..." She chocked back a sob as she gave Nico the things.

His face was ashen.

"...for a soul... Who?"

He opened the notebook. Inside were drawings of everyone and everything, they were stunning.

He opened the pendant, a voice came through.

"Hello to Nico!  I know that this might be weird... But I heard Bianca sing this to you once so yeah..." The soft voice started singing.

"Close your eyes

I know what you see..."

Suddenly a scream, the scream of a wild dying animal, covered the song. It was Nico. He dropped the pendant and screamed again. Campers gathered to see what was going on. What would make the Ghost King scream like this.

"NOOO! IT CAN'T BE! HE CAN'T! NO! THAT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR! He cannot be dead!" Nico started crying and buried himself in Annabeth's (surprisingly so) side. She covered her face and gripped Nico's shoulder tighter.

"What?" Inquired Piper.

"To bring back someone from the dead you have to offer a soul at least equal to the one you want, but it's irreversible. And I am back and that means he's... Dead. Percy Jackson is dead and there's nothing we can do about that!" She screamed the last part.

The Camp erupted in wails sobs and cries. No one could handle that.

It took a while until  Chiron yelled at them to stop, to be quiet. And in the dead silence the Voice in the pendant spoke:

"...got what I wanted since I was nine. Don't blame yourself. I wish you're happy. .. will you do me a favour? ... Go to highschool. Live your life!  Become a doctor! Mom will help you. She'll love you, both of you!"

A sob echoed through the silence.

"And don't ever forget this, Nico. I love you, Ghost King! Live for me!" The voice sounded so happy.

But it was the only happy thing in the whole Camp. Grief settled.

I cannot believe how any spelling errors i had, gosh kill me now. I hope i made you cry. :)