Nico was not having a good day. In simple terms. So did it help when he got suspended from school after a fight with a particularly nasty hell hound? No. Or after that when every cab in Brooklyn seemed to be out of commission? No. Did the great King Zeus having to show off by making rain pour down with no mercy help? No. Then to top it all off did it help when some British girl ran into him dumping her burning hot drink down the front of him? No it did not.
Nico was not having a good day. In simple terms.
Maybe that was why he had decided to go into the old Brooklyn cemetery. At least there he knew what he was doing. Like he was back on solid ground. Morbid.
Perhaps by chance or perhaps by fate another boy of death sat in the same old Brooklyn cemetery.
His name was Anubis. Oh, yes the Anubis. One and only. He too had what you might call a rather awful day.
Or rather a rather awful existence. Yes, indeed. A rather awful existence.
It hadn't always been bad. No at times it was quite good. Back in the ancient times. But it is named ancient.
And nothing can last forever. Not good times. But not bad times either.
Everything must end because without that nothing could ever begin.
So in this old Brooklyn cemetery sat two boys of death. As if sensing the others presence the came towards each other. Not very surprised. They had seen it all. And after all today had been a very bad day. They stared at each other. Silent.
And then Nico spoke. He spoke of how this was not a good day. And the much older boy listened. And understood.
Then Anubis spoke up. And now the much younger boy listened. And understood.
Different. Age, Religion, Groups.
Yet they listened. And understood.
And maybe. Just maybe. That didn't define them.
Soon school was out. Cabs roamed the streets. And the rain had stopped.
Then Nico saw something very familiar. A very familiar son of a not so familiar sea god. He had been looking for Nico. His mom had made a pie. For Nicos birthday.
It had been a surprise. Half the camp had shown up. For him. A silly little birthday. The first without his sister by his side. His greatest lost. But that would not define him. Not as a sad child who pushed others away. No. Not again. Never. And he realized she may not be there. But others were. Ones that would be there to help. Guide through the darkness.
It was later when Nico came back to the cemetery. He had a feeling he wouldn't be coming back for a long time. But someone had made it before him. Couldn't be. No.
British girl. The one with the steaming hot drink. Nico never got a name. But he got the smile. The one he gave her. And she shared back to him.
So maybe. Just maybe. It wasn't that simple. Not very simple at all.
I SWEAR I'M NOT HIGH! -troll:P (seriously guys)