What if...

After the war (I went back to NY)

{Bianca's POV}

I glanced at my brother. He was scarfing down his McDonald's food as if it will be taken from him and he hasn't eaten in weeks. My eyes rolled as I took a chicken nugget. Nico glared at me. His glare was so hard I felt dad's place behind me.

"You could have asked" Nico talked with his mouthful of food. My eyes rolled again.

"You wouldn't have given me any" Nico didn't try to deny it. He went back to eating his food. Looking out the window, I thought back to when I almost died the first time, just by luck I didn't manage to get crushed.

A kid just out the window ran by with a hellhound. Grabbing Nico, we rushed outside and the sun hit my face. We ran after it. Nico took out his sword while I took out my bow. I stopped as Nico continued after it. I aimed and fired my arrow. It hits its target and dust was swept by the soft wind

"9 to 5!" I yelled to Nico, who groaned. I glanced at the kid. "What's your name?"

"John Mark Lopez, ma'am" I studied the kid. They had pale skin and freckles all over their face. Their eyes were a matcha green and their hair was the sun when it hits your eyes in the morning. It was also slightly curly. His hair reminded me of Leo's. Before he 'died'. He better have a good excuse for not being in my dads place. I just realized I was staring. "We have a place where you can be safe. Do you want to go?"

The child thought about it before shrugging. "Sure"

We headed to Camp HalfBlood. Nothing interesting happened except Nico geeking out about how the kid had Mythomagic cards.

When we got to camp we lead the child to the Hermès cabin. I just realized that John is wearing a skirt. I was about to know before Connor opened the door and started to drag John in before something appeared above John's head. Everyone stopped and I saw Nico and Chiron walking towards us. Wait.... when did Nico disappear. He is a kid who is wearing pastel colors.

Above John's head was a cup filled to the brim with fruit. It was seated on a pillow. Then there was a wreath of flowers around the pillow. Talk about a lot of excess stuff.

Chiron clears his throat. "All hail, John Mark Lopez, son of Comus, god of festivity, revels, excess, and nocturnal dalliances." There was a flash of light and a young man with a woman's toga was there. He wore a flower crown and almost dropped a torch. He had the same hair as John. He also looked like he was about to pass out. Then there was a flash and he was gone.

I looked at my brother. Today will be a good day.