Camp Half-Blood, Long Island Sound
Guest Cabins
Rays of sunlight peaked through the curtains, illuminating the dark insides of the cabin and everything in it, including the five occupants of the cabin, three of who were still slumbering while two were wide awake.
Jason and Hazel may have grown up with their family's Greek counterparts, but in the end, they were still true Romans at heart. And Romans always woke up before the sun did.
So, naturally, when Percy and the others were awoken by the sound of conch horn, they weren't surprised to see the two Romans in their family sitting in the lounge, reading about warfare and battle strategies, possibly after a jog around the entire camp.
Like most demigods, the five of them were light sleepers. Jason, Hazel, Percy and Thalia were all relatively decent risers, with just the average amount of groggy, morning sass and grump that every teenager has.
And then there was Nico.
Nico di Angelo, could not for the life of him, wake up in a good mood, ever. In fact, his temper when he woke up was on par with his father Hades' on an extremely bad day. It's about as good as it sounds.
He'd wake up all moody, his shaggy jet-black hair framing his olive pale face and making his already haunting - though beautiful in his family's case - abyss of obsidian eyes look even more scarier when he glared up at whichever poor soul had decided to disturb his slumber.
(On a particularly bad morning, you could actually see tendrils of dark shadows radiate from his body, curling around him and surrounding him in a black aura. And if the person who happened to wake him that day wasn't someone he was comfortable with (read: wasn't his sister, cousins, family or friends).....Well then may all the Olympians bless their soul, because now everyone would have to deal with a temperamental, irritable Underworld prince and his shadows for the rest of that morning.)
Hazel was usually the one to wake him up. She was also the only one who he wouldn't snap at and the shadows wouldn't lung at.
Their cousins suspect it's either because a) she's a daughter of Pluto, or - the more preferable option - b) the big, bad Nico di Angelo, otherwise known as the Ghost King, just had a soft spot for his little sister.
True be told, they had unanimously decided it was the latter, and Thalia, Jason and Percy had absolutely no qualms mercilessly teasing their broody cousin about it either.
Camp Half-Blood, Long Island
Mess Hall
When they arrived at the Mess Hall, sat down and expectedly watched Nico face-plant into the Hermes table whilst moaning Italian gibberish, Luke had looked at him, concerned. "Is Nico okay?"
Jason glanced at Luke warily. That little move didn't escape Thalia's eyes.
She subtly signalled for him to stop it. Really, who was the older one here?
"Don't mind him," Thalia said, waving her hand dismissively as she watched her cousin's hand weakly claw at the empty table space in front of him, clearly searching for something. "He'll be alright after three rounds of caffeine."
"My dear brother just isn't a morning person," Hazel said mournfully.
Percy chuckled. "You don't get a say in this, Hazel. You're a pretty grumpy riser too, just a fairly early one."
"Yeah well, so are you," Jason chimed in.
"Okay, fine. None of us are morning people, except maybe Jason," Hazel said to prevent another argument from breaking out. It was too early for this. "But Nico in particular is an extremely grumpy riser."
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The Adventures Of the Royals of Olympus: The Missing Weapons (BOOK 1)
Fanfiction(Book 1) Percy, Thalia, Jason, Nico and Hazel have spent almost their entire lives on Mount Olympus as Olympian Royalty. In fear of their immense power which exceeded even their own fathers' and their safety, the Big Three raised their children on O...
