Hey, this takes place four years after The Last Olympian so Nico is seventeen. This is my first proper Percy Jackson fanfic, so I'd appreciate some feedback one the prolouge and first chapter please. And if you like it, please leave a review as I generally update my most popular stories first.
I hope you enjoy it.
Nico di Angelo threw his rucksack onto his bunk with a dull thud.
His cabin was exactly how he had left it three weeks ago. A little dustier but the cleaning Harpies were always stretched this time of year with eighteen cabins to clean. Plus there was only him in this cabin and they had to prioritise, at last count Apollo Cabin was up to seventeen campers.
He sat down on his bed and unceremoniously tipped the contents of the black rucksack onto his bed, and put them away in the drawer under it, neatly. Percy had found it incredulous when he was there that Nico didn't space his things out more, but he really didn't have that much stuff to space out. Just his favourite sword, a few different outfits, some barely used toiletries and the mythomagic figure of their father that Bianca had left him.
He picked up the figure and stared at it for a moment, thinking about his sister...
A gentle knock sounded on the door "Nico, are you there?"
Nico hurriedly dropped the figure back into the drawer and spun around "Who is it?"
"Philippa Weed" his fellow cabin counsellor said, making no attempt to open the door.
Nico had absolutely not idea what she could want "Err...come in?"
The daughter of Demeter pushed the door open but didn't step into the cabin "Chiron told me to tell you that the first Counsellors meeting of the summer is tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning."
Nico mentally relaxed "Oh...right cool. See you then" Philippa quickly turned to leave but Nico stepped towards the door "Hey Weed wait, is there anything I should know? You know, I'm a little out of sync having been on a quest and all."
The other year rounder turned and considered briefly "When did you leave? I mean have you met Jordan yet?"
Nico groaned inwardly, another pigheaded son of Ares probably or some kleptomaniac son of Hermes "No..."
Philippa smiled slightly "Mr D's son, so there's another counsellor to...debate with"
Nico smiled as well, though his lacked any humour "Oh goodie"
Ever since Percy and Annabeth had left for college the summer counsellor meetings had been a friendless round of squabbles and stupid bickering with him sitting at the top of the table with his arms crossed.
A sudden thought crossed his mind "Hey, did Zane make it back from his quest?"
Philippa nodded "Yes, he did very well; Lord Ares himself came here himself to congratulate him."
"Damm it" Nico said coolly, he'd thought Clarisse was bad but then her moronic younger brother had become head counsellor. Zane being mortally wounded would have meant the summer was off to a good start.
Philippa frowned disapprovingly and said, very sternly "You don't mean that"
Nico raised an eyebrow at her, the most emotion he'd shown yet "Err...yeah I do" At her frosty look the eyebrows went up "Oh come off it Weed, you're seriously telling me you like him any more than me?"
"I'll see you tomorrow" Philippa said coldly before closing the door sharply and presumably walking off.
Nico rolled his eyes at her priggishness, which certainly hadn't changed. She was constantly trying to stop the fighting at the meetings; the only interesting part of the whole thing was when Jodie Thrift had to dodge the hairbrush or whatever that Freya threw at her.
The dinner gong sounded through his obsidian walls and Nico walked out of his cabin in time to see Weed starting to lead Demeter Cabin into dinner.
The sun was just beginning to set over Zeus's fist and the sound of excited children and teenagers filled the air as Nico di Angelo waited, alone outside his cabin.
Just another summer at Camp Half-Blood.