Broken || A Riordan Universe Story

Nico POV~ "The Clouds Are Always Moving Idiot!"

Hi again! I want to know what POV's you guys want me to do. Sorry for the A/N, and on with the story!

     Jason Grace is an idiot. In ten minutes he manages to get drugged on a remote island. What even? And apparently now, we were being televised at Camp. I saw Will in the footage with the Stolls, Katie, Thalia and Chiron in front of the screen at the Big House. Will. A look of terror and shock masked his face. I couldn't let him watch this. Me walking towards my death. But like every other situation I was put in, I was helpless to change anything. And it annoyed me to the max.

"Grace get down here." I grumbled. He started to float higher again.

"The sky is so pretty." He sighed.

I facepalmed. He was useless.

"We need to find the others." I stated.

"I remember seeing people near the beach." Jason said.

"WHEN?"

"A little while ago."

"And you didn't bother telling me?"

"The clouds were moving again, and I had to watch. Sorry."

"The clouds are always moving idiot!"

They were walking towards the beach, that was pretty smart (I had to admit). I thought I heard waves earlier. But now, the only way to find the beach would be to have Jason lead the way. And right now, that was a scary thought.

"Jason, can you please lead the way to the beach?" I asked in the nicest way possible.

"Since you asked so nicely, sure!" He replied.

I swear it was like trying to talking to a five year old.

Jason started to float forward. I carefully followed him since there were various thorns and vines across my path. I took this time to let my mind wander.

The prophecy was obviously talking about seventeen of the most important, powerful people in our respected universes. But why take us now? Without us guarding the Camps and hideouts...

     I had a bad feeling about this.

     My thoughts kept spiraling until Jason's voice snapped me out of it.

     "Hey look! I see people!" Jason grinned.

     "Where?" I asked, cursing my height (since I couldn't see over the bushes).

     Jason flew away as I sprinted after him. I pushed through all the bushes and flowers, straight into a girl. Two to be exact.

     "Sorry." I mumbled, looking up.

     The girl I bumped into had startling amber eyes, with jet black hair that was down below her shoulders. Her eyes were lined with kohl. She had some kind of beetle on her necklace. I recognized it from the Egyptian house thing that we encountered when finding Mímir. She whipped her giant stick towards me, pointing it at my chest. I backed away with my arms up in surrender.

     "Who are you?" She asked menacingly.

     "My name is Nico Di'Angelo, and I'll do you no harm." I said, eyeing the stick. "I'm stuck here just like you."

     "Zia, he's probably telling the truth." The other girl said.

     Zia, (I think that's what her name was) put her stick down.

     The other girl was wearing a green hijab. She had eyes the color of red bark.

     "My name is Samirah, but you can call me Sam." She smiled.

     Zia, and Samirah. Those names sounded familiar. Then it hit me.

     "You guys were chosen for these games too." I said.

     "Games?" Zia asked.

     Oh gods they didn't know.

     "You were taken right? From your home, or wherever you lived?" I asked.

     "Yes, and we saw things." Sam said with a broken look in her eyes.

     "Terrible things." Zia added with a tone of sadness.

     "We saw you girls in a prison on an Archimedes Sphere." I started. "That must've been when you were hallucinating."

     "We?" Asked Zia.

     "Archimedes Sphere?" Asked Sam.

     This was going to take a long time.

     "I'll explain everything to you once we find the other thirteen people who are stranded here with us." I stated.

     "There are others?" Zia said hopefully.

     "Yeah, seventeen to be exact." I answered.

     "Do you know if Carter Kane is here too?" She asked.

     "Yup, he's here." I replied, "I think. Anyway, we should get going. Has anyone seen Jason?"

     Schist, I think I lost him.

     "Blonde flying dude?" Asked Sam, "I saw him fly away."

     "Perfect, just perfect." I moaned.

     We had a lot to do, and time was of the essence.