The children of the gods

The son of death

Nico had never forgotten the moment he heard about Bianca. It had gelt like all the memories he had built with Bianca had fallen to him. He was stuck under the memories that hurted too much, surrounded by ghosts.

Nico didn't like it. So many years had he grieved behind the closed doors. No more. Reyna reminded Nico of Bianca. She was beautiful, though and sje understood him. She made him almost whole again.

Nico turned to face the starry sky. "You know I'm up, right." Reyna asked. She had no question noticed Nico's turning. The sky made him want to scream. It was full of beautiful stars, but it hurted to look at them when Bianca had been the one to teach him them. Most of all hurted the constellation that was a girl with a bow— Zoe Nightshade— but she looked so much like Bianca. Sometimes Nico pretended that it was Binca. But then he had always been alone to let the tears to be shed. He wouldn't cry infront of the most badass female warriors. Not when she had started to like him.

Nico turned so he faced the warrior lying beside him. Nico didn't have to say anything, Reyna squeezed Nico's hand. Nico's eyes had told her everything she had to know. "She's in the stars, you know." She said, "Only thing you have to do is look there and she will hear you." Reyna said everything between them being said.