Sea Storms (PJO/YJ Crossover)

Epilogue

Oh my goodness it's been like two years......

Well, the first book in the series, long in the making, finally comes to a dissatisfying end filled with discontent and sadness. 

Hope you've enjoyed reading. :)

Peace out for the last time on this book.

Nico di Angelo was woken up in the middle if the night by a phone call.

Not many people had his number, actually approximately two people. One was I man named Minos that had been helping him control his powers, helping him reach Bianca and bring her back to life. The other was....well he hoped he wouldn't be the one calling. He wasn't prepared enough to talk to him yet. Even though the last time he saw him was two months ago. They didn't leave off on very good terms, and left that screaming match feeling like he had been shot in the chest.

He dragged himself out of the, for once, warm bed and stumbled to the where his phone was plugged into the wall. He was kind of relieved that Minos was actually calling this time, other than randomly shadow traveling into his room unannounced. Not that it was an excuse to call him at 5 am in the morning.

The he looked at the caller ID, throat closing up.

Percy.

He was not mentally prepared enough for this. Oh god, what the hell was he doing. He would have to talk to him and then they would get into the same damn argument they had before. They would scream at each other and then they wouldn't talk to each other for a few more months. He couldn't do this.

Panicking, he let the call go to voice mail, if it was really important, he would call again, if not then he was just calling out of spite, or maybe anger.

He didn't call again, but he had gotten a notification for a voicemail. Swallowing his fear, he pressed it.

"Hey, Nico." His voice was hoarse, upset? "I know your not going to get this immediately, and that you'll hate me for this, but I need to ask you for a favor."

A favor? Why would he be calling for a favor, he always preferred to be self sufficient. He never wanted anyone's help. Why was he all of the sudden finding it in himself to actually let people help him? And now? At five am? Seriously?

"You see, somethings about to happen, something not good, and I think it's the time we talked about before. The one from the dreams." At that, he chocked. He remembered the dreams, the prophecy. The dying.

"I have something that I would like to get back to my family, and they disserve better then being left in the dark. I'm going to leave my fathers ring on the roof of the warehouse, the one where you stayed for a while. I need you to take it to them, tell Leo to transfer all data to the Bat-computer and then tell Leo to open the voice message 'Sparks'." No no no no no no no no. He was not doing this, he couldn't. Why didn't he call him sooner? Why didn't he pick up?

"I....I'm really going to miss you, I hope you can forgive me. I let you down, and I guess I'll never be able to make up for it. I should have helped, or at least not let you shoulder it alone. I know you might hate me," He could never. "and that's my fault I guess, but they say things are worth more when the creator is gone, and that it isn't until your dead that people will start listening to what you said. You're my best friend, and maybe it was a short time that we knew each other, and maybe we fell apart, but I wouldn't change who you are for the world. I hope you find what you're looking for, Death Boy. You deserve it. I'll see you on the flip slide."