Demigod: Adventures Untold(Being Re-written)

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((I'm back with an update- sorry for being late. Was kinda in a slump for a while. Anyway- here's a pretty short one. Cuz words are hard. I just realized that the comments won't make any sense after rewriting this- oh well.

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The entire trip to Daigon Alley had been horrifyingly boring.

I don't really have much of an opinion towards this. The place was nice and all, but it didn't really call to me- but, the good news is that I got a nice gray screech owl from the pet store.

He's pretty much like a familiar, and he has this pretty green eyes that stares into my soul, only being amplified by that grouchy glare he has.

I can say that the eight inch tall bird and I, get along quite well.

I've opted to name him Rue, he was the one who chose it though. I wanted to name him Shade, but to show his clear distaste, I got pecked on the temple.

Might have a red spot there, but I couldn't care less.

Brushing my hair behind my ear with my right hand, I aimlessly glared out the blurry window of the wizard inn that I never bothered remembering the name of.

I have a task at hand.

But that doesn't mean that I shouldn't have at least, a sliver of fun. Right?

Yep.

No one's telling me otherwise.

I'm in the heart of the wizarding world, what kind of kid wouldn't want to enjoy their time to learn new witchy stuff, instead of normal mortal school with bitch teachers?

I live in a camp full of demigods- and I'm actually very expectant of this trip. That's got to say something.

Blowing out a quiet breath, surprisingly blurring the crappy window even more, I pushed off of the sill.

Wandering over to my dull bed for the next couple of days. I hadn't bothered unpacking anything, I'll be going to Hogwarts soon, and I didn't want extra hassle on returning my stuff in the trunk.

The warm grey turtleneck sweater I was wearing wasn't really the most comfortable since it was made from polyester, but it was greatly appreciated since the temperature here was extremely cold.

Though it was midday, the clouds were dark and there was a bit of fog littering the outside from last I checked.

The goddess had left me here about three hours ago, having told me the tasks that I needed to do and the rules that I had to follow.

Necromancy was a big no-no.

It was a type of divination through the undead, I knew that. But crossing out my demigod abilities, I'm basically just good at conversing with spirits and killing things that I touch.

So, I basically know zilch about being a witch. Yes, witch. Wizard is just a gender biased way to call a witchcraft practitioner.

Yes, I've done my research on this topic.

Feel free to call me, Nico di Angelo, son of Hades, Ghost king and baby witch- no wait. I'm not a baby, just a witch.

Shaking my head to snap me out of my random innatentiveness, I ran my hand through my hair with a slight frown.

Why do I tend do have wandering thoughts like those?

Sitting down onto the matteress, I let my body fall limp against the semi-hard foam. "What if my life is a lie and I'm actually just a main protagonist in a random story with multiple other similar plots?" I whisper almost to myself in wandering awe.

"Does that mean that I'm currently breaking the fourth wall?" A soft snort left my lips as I grinned to myself. "That's bullshit."

"Or is it?" I glared directly at a random wall, as if pretending that people are current watching me through a screen with amused smiles on their faces.

Falling into a light fit of giggles, I rolled into my side before pulling up the thin white blanket over my body.

"Yeah right."

Times like this, I love it when my mind wanders towards the most random topics taht it could possibly come up with. Being a character in a story full of magic and mischief where the so called 'real world' didn't have any of this.

By hey, if the gods exists. Why not alternate realms. Right?

As if hearing my thoughts, Rue Coors from the corner of the room from the pillar that he's currently perched on.

"Night Rue."

The owl cooed again, as if saying. 'Nico, It's midday. What the heck do you mean, Night?' But with all of the running around, exercising and socializing. A demigod needs his rest.

Jesus Christ.

I ain't on steroids. I need my sleep.

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"Harry, I don't understand a word you're saying." Ron firmly gripped the chosen one's shoulder, forcing him to sit still on the seat. "Slow down mate."

The green eyes teen lightly swatted his brother figure's hand off of him. "What I'm saying is," he turned to 'mione who was just staring curiously, "I felt like there was death in Daigon alley earlier. Y'know. That suffocating feeling?"

"That's gibberish."

"Dang it, Ron."

"What?" The red head have Harry a look, snatching a muffin from the tray in front of them that had been set there by his mother, minutes prior.

"You didn't feel it?" Harry insisted, snatching the pastry from his best friend's hand and took a fairly large bite. 

Ron gaped at him before shaking his head dismissively.  "No, mate. I didn't." He then took another treat, making to sure to keep it away from Harry's reach. "You could've just gotten your own muffin."

With a hesitant grin, Harry took another bite from his snack. "Sorry."

"You're really not."

"No, you're right."

Hermione came up from the doorway, her attention to her boyfriend then at Harry.  "You're  eating that," she motioned to them reprimandingly, "it's almost dinner."

"Yes 'mione."

She shook her head at them, shrugging her shoulders and walking over to get one for herself. "Might as well."