Author's note:
I'm back! (sorta) English class has been a killer lately, (seven essays within five days !? Was that necessary?) but I decided to give a hand at trying to write this again. Suggestions are greatly appreciated.
Oh, and sorry that its so short.
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Whoever said that archery was easy was wrong. Or right, depending on how you look at it. 'Cause it takes skill to shoot yourself in the stomach with a bow. Skill, my friend, skill.
Or plain stupidity. I'm not quite sure.
But yeah.
So that was why I was currently eating some sort of ambrosia-nectar mixture that one of the Apollo demi-gods gave me, because apparently the 'regular' stuff wasn't going to be strong enough. Whatever that meant. (Though it might have had to do with the said arrow that had formerly resided in my stomach. Heh. Fun stuff, us Hollys. Though, I'm not quite sure that there's another Holly here. Thank god. Or gods. Whatever floats the boat.) It tasted strangely like... memories. It reminded me of something I had before, but I couldn't remember what. Whatever it was, it made me feel happy and nogalistic, as clichè as that sounded.
Soo...
I sorta wonder what happened to Nico...
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Lovely... (a Nico Di Angelo fanfic)
ФанфикMy entry for HazelBiancaHazel's PJO/HOO writing challenge. Oh, and in this case, Nico shall be bi, since I'm a girl (a girl I say!). I don't update often, so don't expect frequent updates... I guess... Well that was redundant.
