Nico's POV

I woke up.

Then I remembered that I was turning thirteen today.

So I collapsed back on the bed.

And slept for the three more hours.

Ah…

Niiiiiccccooooooh…

I was dreaming, and it was my Dad. Oh, great.

Hey Dad, wuzzup?

Niccccccccccoooooh… do not trust them… this will be a very bad birthday….The thirteenth… ohhhhhnohhhhh

Great Dad. Any specifics?

Well boy, it will end it great chaos. You mustn't…

Annabeth had great timing with this one. I felt hands on my shoulders and I swatted them away, trying to hear the fading voice of Hades. It was already out the window.

"Annabeth! What was that for?" I said, pushing her straight off of my bed, rubbing my eyes. I had underestimated my strength, and sent Annabeth flying. She expertly flipped and landed straight on her feet, landing in a fighting crouch. Then she stood up and put her hands on her hips.

"Firstly, happy birthday grouchy-face. (smirk) Ah, I'm not one to worry. After a couple hours you'll be all energetic again. Well we have three new arrivals, and you might want to see this." She twisted on her heel (which I had only seen actually done in movies) and walked out the door, leaving me wondering why she had smirked and giggled so much.

I got up to go find my clothes…and looked down. I was wearing my "pinkest" undies.

All I was hoping was that Annabeth didn't have a camera on that necklace of hers.