The Girl With the Diamond Blade- Nico di Angelo x Reader (Percy Jackson Fanfic)

Chapter 8

To be honest, tracking down Chris was actually a very easy task.

"If you ever need my help, just follow the smell of a falling GPA," he had once told you. You had laughed at the comment at the time.

All one really had to do was scan the orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirts for a short, skinny kid with sandy blonde hair in a(most likely black) band tee and black skinny jeans, and bonus points if the headphones that were almost always around his neck were pumping Muse.

However, doing so in the large valley the camp was located in forced you to go from person to person, asking where you might find a gathering of satyrs. As weird as that sentence seemed to you, it was nothing like actually talking to the campers (for example: "Hey, have you seen my frie—WHOAH DUDE WATCH WHERE YOU SHOOT THOSE ARROWS!")

Eventually you made your way back over to the Big House. As big as the camp was, you were starting to remember where things were. Suddenly, a guy with golden blonde hair burst out of the large structure's front door like he was finally swimming back to the surface of a pool for air. The vibes coming from him were kind of tense, as if he had just saved someone's life or something.

"Whew! Thank the gods that that's over," the boy remarked to himself. It appeared that he was just getting off of his shift—maybe he worked in the infirmary? Regardless, you ran up to him, and with the momentum you had going, you ended up getting way too close to him for comfort.

"Hi, have you seen my friend Chris? He's, like, this tall," you asked quickly, motioning with your hands, "he's a satyr, and he is probably the laziest person I have ever known in my life." The boy blinked at you for a second.

"Y-Yeah, I'm pretty sure he's at the Apollo cabin, chillin' like he usually is," he said. "Are you new here? I haven't met you before."

"Yep! The name's ______," you said, holding out you hand.

"Well, _____, my name is Will, and welcome to camp!" he said. "I'm one of Apollo's sons. Chris is cool; we usually let him hang out at our cabin. He hasn't been around here much for a few months though. Do you need some help finding the cabin?"

"Yeah, some help would be great," you answered, smiling happily. This guy just had a really pleasant, calming aura, and it was really helping calm your nerves. "If you don't mind me asking," you asked after a few minutes, "what's the point of all of this?"

"What do you mean?" Will asked, glancing at you in confusion.

"Why is this camp here?"

Will's face darkened a little. "We're here because we need to train. We work and study and fight and train so that we have just another fraction of a possibility of survival."

"But what happens when you grow up? What then?"

"...Not many of us live that long."

And with that, the two of you arrived at the Apollo cabin. Sitting on a porch swing with the ever-present earbuds in his ears sat Chris.

"Hey, you knucklehead," you said, walking up to him and jerking the earbuds out.

"What the--_____!" he exclaimed.

"Why didn't you tell me about being, I dunno, A FREAKING DEMIGOD?!" you yelled. You could practically see the anime sweatdrop on his forehead.

"I, well, uh..." Chris began, obviously lost, especially when you pulled him into a hug.

"I'm just glad you're safe, you dork," you said. Chris smiled.

And so, your life at Camp Half-Blood began.

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Sorry for the short chapter! I really apologize for the lack of updates, but <insert excuse about being really busy here>.

(Nah it's just that I need to motivate myself to write more.)

I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and I'm going to try to stick with a schedule now that school is almost out for the hoidays!

Merry Christmas~!