Author's note: Just a bit of fun, like a bonding point, is the reason I wrote this. And also... a tribute.

On this day, May 31, 2013, the cover of "The House of Hades" was revealed.

The Seven Demigods gasped in shock, seeing the sweet and terrifying scene in front of them. They gaped at the book Annabeth had found.

—

"The background was riddled with flames, and lava was licking at every towering dark rock that rose above the glowing sea of despair. The stalagmites in the picture were like rows of teeth, originating from the mouth of a carnivorous monster. It seemed so sorrowful, that even Leo, always-smiling Leo, sniffled at the image.

And yet, all these obstacles paled next to the two people that were the cover's center point. There was a dark-haired boy, single-handedly carrying a blonde-haired girl who seemed hurt and consumed by fatigue. The boy held a sword in his left hand, a weapon that was very familiar.

Riptide.

It seemed to be held, not for the purpose of warding off any oncoming monsters anymore, but to give the teenage boy a sense of hope, a light, a beacon. The river of magma rushed beneath them, threatening to chew off their ankles, and then their whole being.

But the boy did not appear to give up, for to the Seven's sight, he used his abilities to freeze the water he had fortunately found to protect his mate and himself. The filthy dark-haired teenager bore the weight of it all, and he was greatly exhausted.

But he mustn't stop.

Before them, the Doors of Death glared at the duo, seeming to be alive and knowing what they are about to do. Five ropes were wound around it, either toppling it down or closing it shut. Who held the ropes the boy knew not...but five seemed to point to the other five demigods of the prophecy...his friends.

The two trudged on, knowing the stakes and consequences of failing to do the task at hand..."

"STOP!" Leo cried, clutching at his face which was wet with tears. "Stop defining its every detail, Annabeth! And cease narrating it like this is a third-person point of view story. It was so dramatic!"

Annabeth gave the book to Leo, "Then explain it to the others." She tried to blank her expression, but she was clearly upset of the cover. She knew it was her.

Leo got the book, and examined it.

—

"The cover was enough to lodge a splinter in everyone's soul. It was enough to make the London Bridge fall down again, and again, and again—and again.

It was like falling forever and ever and ever and ever, down the endless depths of the sea.

The representation was the cryptically devastatingly horrifyingly deathly amazingly laughingly head-splitting eye-popping hair-raising shoe-kicking hand-cutting and mouth-watering type of disastrous."

"Leo," Percy interrupted, holding his head. "How was the cover mouth-watering?"

Leo shrugged, "Seeing it made me hungry?"

Percy snatched the book. "I extremely appreciate your efforts, but since it seemed too tragic for you... I'll explain it myself."

—

"I was strolling happily along the paths of Tartarus with my girlfriend...when suddenly—WE WERE ATTACKED BY NINJAS!

They set everything up in front of us, manipulating the surroundings to their advantage. And with absolutely no reason, they put dark emo make-up on our arms and legs to make us look like cave people. My girlfriend collapsed at the sight and I had to carry her, but that's okay with me.

Suddenly, five of the ninjas pulled off their masks, and I gasped. They were my friends!

'Noooooooooooooo!' I cried. 'Where are my real friends?'

'Percy,' they said. 'We are your friends'."

Jason got up and wrestled the book from Percy's hands.

"Enough," Jason emphasized. "That was creative, since you put it in first-person point of view. But that was very much out of character, and besides, we aren't sure if that boy was you."

"I don't know, Jason Grace," Percy said mildly. "The girl seemed pretty much good-looking, so I thought that was Annabeth. And since I forbid anyone from carrying my girl except me, I guess I was that boy."

"That's cute," Jason replied. " Now it's my turn."

—

"The cover of the book had 'Heroes of Olympus', 'Rick Riordan' and 'The House of Hades' written all over it. It depicts the events where people will surely cry upon. End of story."

Jason handed the book to Piper.

"Um, no offense, but that was plenty boring" Leo remarked. "And yet very, very perfect."

"Really? Seemed like it was made by a critic to me," Percy commented.

"Okay, my explanation," Piper said.

—

"The passion the boy was showing to the girl was absolutely heart-breaking. Tears of anyone supporting this two would eventually turn into a river of tears. Truly, this is a Percabeth moment."

"You were brainwashed by the Aphrodite cabin, Piper," Annabeth deadpanned.

Hazel and Frank snickered.

Piper studied them. "Since you find me funny, it's your turns, love birds."

"Nah, we are good," Hazel said, pushing the book away.

"We are realistic," Frank put in. "Instead of telling the story by just judging the cover, we are actually going to read its contents."

Frank got the book. "You should never judge the book by its cover."

Annabeth looked impressed. "Wise words..."

"Ahem, Frank, I'll read it now," said a voice at the door behind them.

"Who are you?" Leo asked, squinting.

A boy stepped out from the shadows, wearing an aviator jacket. A skull ring adorned one of his fingers. He smiled. "Your worst nightmare."

"Nico!" Percy cried, smiling back.

"Hello, everyone," Nico greeted without emotion.

He gestured for the book, and it flew to his hand.

"How did you do that?" Annabeth asked. "Handy power."

"It's a Hades thing," Nico said, pointing at the words 'The House of Hades' on the cover.

He sat down, and everyone waited for him to start telling the tale. For the first time, Nico enjoyed the attention.

"Okay, here it goes," he started.

He opened the book and tried to utter the first words, when suddenly, the lights went out.

"OH GREAT!" Leo yelled. "Why didn't we read it in the first place, people?!"