Demigod: Adventures Untold(Being Re-written)

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I know, I know, it took me a while to update again. I can't really defend myself on that. I'm in my senior years and I got pretty preoccupied, but I'm back.
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As the first day of school ticks closer, I'm starting to dread everything I've agreed with, the past couple of weeks.

The weight of the situation had just dawned on me. I'm in a whole new setting, without anyone that I know. To learn a birthright that I didn't even know existed until recently.

Not even the fact that my so called significant other had the balls to actually cheat on me. I should have been more careful. Of course he'd pick someone else.

He's the sunshiny Will Solace, son of Apollo. Who wouldn't want him? He's amazing. I'm not surprised that he's grown tired of me.

A child of Hades. I'm not even supposed to be alive right now, if it weren't for my father and Jackson.

Gods.

London has this extremely gloomy nighttime that it's actually affecting my way of thought. The longer I stay out here, the more depressed I get.

Something about all of these events coming together just feels like a trap, call it a sixth sense or something but I'm sure nothing good happens when I feel anxious.

A soft hoot brought me back to reality,

Rue ruffled his feathers, looking at me with his light eyes. Odd, I don't think I've seen an owl with that kind of color before.

"What?" I asked him, walking over and grabbing the trenchcoat from the seat and slipping it in. Rue merely lolled his head to the side, and turned to the door.

I frowned, ruffling my hair and holding my arm out for the small owl.

"I don't speak owl. You gotta work with me buddy."

He simply cooed, prancing up my arm to my shoulder and made himself comfortable in the crook of my neck. "I'm not sure what warmth you're getting there, but knock yourself out I guess."

Looking around the room again, I turned my attention to the clock. It's 5am, seems like Rue is hungry.

Only a few more hours till I have to go to the train station. Anxiety bubbled inside, making me more sick with just the thought of being in one place with multiple other people.

There's probably a few mice scattered in this half rotten inn, it's a mystery on how it's still standing. If he were some normal person, he'd think this place would be haunted but if it were, me of all people would know.

Thud!

I scrambled back, hand flying onto my side to get my sword while Rue made his way across the room, hiding on my bed. Heart racing, blood thrumming through my ears, I noticed a bird on the window sill.

A dove to be precise.

It's pretty much dead.

Letting my guard down, I made my way over to open the window, trying my best to ignore the blood smearing on the glass.

Ew.

Yeah-

It's very dead.

Well, there's Rue's breakfast.

***

This was a horrible decision.

"I don't want to run into a wall, it would be a stupid way to die. 'Here lies Nico di Angelo, death by running into a brick wall.' You see what I mean?" I stared down at the owl perched quietly in his cage, a flurry of coats billowing around my peripheral as the people in King's Cross Station hurried to catch their train.

I was probably a sight to see.

A kid around his fifth year with his owl and a trunk, wearing a black shirt underneath a brown fluffy cuffed aviator jacket, with a pair of skinny jeans; dark hair looking like he had just decided to abandon the thought of brushing his hair.

Gods.

Will would probably know what to do right now.

Oh wait.

I sucked in a shaky breath, my chest showing the first signs of it caving in on itself at the mere stray thought. He could.

He does.

He always does.

"Fuck."

With gritted teeth, I continued over to the wall between the two platforms, knuckles taught white around the trolley I used to push my belongings, the voice in the back of my head scream to turn around, that I was crazy.

Maybe I am, because I didn't listen to it.

***

Platform 9 3/4 was as bustling as the main station, though I could visibly see the stark differences of the two spaces. Wizards and witches scrambling to get a seat in compartments that held their friends and classmates, I couldn't help but let the gnawing teeth of anxiety wrap itself around my chest.

This was a horrible idea.

Tugging the collar of my jacket a little bit higher, I headed for the train. Not that i had anyone saying goodbye to me.

If any of the students that I passed casted me any weird looks, I didn't know. Too busy keeping my gaze down, trying hard to find an empty compartment. The thought of asking someone if I could join them was vomit inducing.

I'd rather let people in the compartment I've found than ask if I can intrude in their little get together.

A few more minutes of hunting passed, I finally found a good enough cart to sit in. Not really bothered that there's already one guy inside it. Knocking on the doorway, I mustered my most polite smile.

"Don't mind if I join?"

He looked up, light blonde hair framing his features as his brows creased in confusion. "Are you... new here?"

That question was one of many that I'd already expected. Pretty sure he just didn't want to be rude and ask me about my accent. "Yes, actually." I hummed, brushing my hair back. This guy seemed like a senior. "You don't mind?" I motioned to the seat across him and he moved, holding his hands up.

"Oh be my guest, I'm not really expecting any company."

I placed my trunk up and overhead, ignoring the burning gaze from the younger boy behind me. Definitely younger, but physically? Nope. I'm definitely a child. "You're American?"

I casted him a court nod, taking a seat across him, placing one leg over the other, leaning back. From the looks of it, I could be around his height, having hit my growth spurt just a while back.

"Yes, the family moved back here and decided to transfer me from Ilvermorny."

His features melted into a thoughtful look, nodding to himself before averting his gaze to the platform. "The name's Draco, Draco Malfoy."

"Nice to meet you Draco. I'm Nico di Angelo."

He turned back to me, even more confused. "That's an Italian name." Not really surprised, I simply shrugged it off. Giving Rue a quick side glance before focusing my gaze back to Draco.

"Yes, I'm Italian. I just lived in America but I was born here in Europe."

It was much easier to say, after all it's not really a lie. Something about this guy tells me that he's more than just the brooding blonde in this compartment.

"Have any prior knowledge of Hogwarts?"

"Nope. Just the basics"

"Would you like me to help you?"

"That would be fantastic actually." I smiled at him, and he giving his own smile back. A sliver of his brooding aura dispersing after our little chat.

Maybe, just maybe. I could be friends with this guy. He seems fun.

Chapter written
June 30, 2022