Hello, demigods. It's Amy A. Jackson here (if you guys have been wondering, no. I am not related to Persassy Jackson), presenting you all my very first Nico di Angelo love story! I have been wanting to write a story on a certain adorkable son of Hades (whom I love sooooo much~). Yay!

*hands out blue cookies to everyone*

Anyways...

I obviously do not own the Percy Jackson and The Olympians series and the Heroes of Olympus series. All rights goes to Rick Riordan. I only own my own character (you'll find out very soon enough) and the plot.

I would like to thank my supportive friends (who are PJO/HOO fangirls too, since we were the only one's at school) for patiently waiting and giving me support in the making of this story. Credits goes to sleepyziam (from Wattpad) for the wicked awesome cover and for correcting my mistakes and helping me. You go girl! *high-five* This is also dedicated to everyone else who's heart is dedicated to PJO/HOO, the fangirls and demigods. Also the satyrs, naiads, centaurs, gods, goddesses, the huntress, and all the allies to demigods out there.

This story is placed after the war with Gaea. I haven't really changed anything about the usual ships in the book (Percabeth, Jasper, Frazel, Caleo, Tratie, etc). I will also change Nico di Angelo a bit, not much. He will be 16, taller than ever and more attractive (oh yeah) because of puberty. Also he has mood swings too.

By the way, this is my very first story on the fandom. I am terribly sorry for mistakes and typos. I respect criticsm, they help me throughout making this story. This is originally published on Wattpad in my account, so you are more than welcome to check out my profile and follow me!

Enjoy, demigods~

-Prologue-

The nightmares came again, and it wasn't so different than the previous night. And the night before, and the night months ago, and the night years ago. The dreams, the vision, the whispers, they terrify me. The shadows on the wall never left, the coldness and bitterness stayed along with it.

The room was dark as night with no stars. Shadows danced around my feet, sucking my body in. I raised my hand in front of my face, hoping to catch a glimpse of my slender fingers, but the darkness was merciless. I couldn't see my surroundings, much less myself. I made sure my eyes were opened wide, fearing I had gone blind. With the courage I had and gathered I called out a silent hello, hoping that someone will answer. There was no reply.

I was not okay with that. Even if I had lived with these nightmares haunting me for almost my entire life, I knew what was awaiting me. I fumbled for the light switch. I flipped it up and down frantically, but the room stayed in darkness. Something snarled behind me; I knew I wasn't alone in the dark. I turned around, to find nothing was there. Nothing I can see, I guess. The windows rattled as the wind howled, and it almost sounded like a lullaby. The lullaby sounded so familiar, soft and soothing, yet also cold with bitterness and a hint of sadness.

Don't cry you're safe tonight
'cause I'll be by your side in the moonlight
don't cry you're safe tonight
with all these shooting stars in your eyesight

Fear settled inside of me and deep down I knew something was not right. I walked back slowly, the wooden floorboards creaking at every step I made.

"My little snowflake," a voice whispered in a sing-song tune. "My precious little snowflake..."

Panic shot through me as the lullaby kept on singing and the voice came nearer and clearer. My little snowflake, my precious little snowflake... It kept repeating itself, over and over. I clutched my head in agony and stumbled backwards. I tried to remember where I have once heard of this song, but I couldn't. I always knew this song, but why can't I remember?

Why can't I remember anything?

Don't cry you're safe tonight
the nightmares give you thoughts of the sad life
don't cry you're safe tonight
you're just scared of the dream, that's not real life

I saw him, lying down on the unforgiving ground. I stared in fear at the dead man's body. I could never describe the horror's of the flesh and blood so gruesome. My hands were tainted in blood. I heard a painful shriek, then realizing it was my own voice. A little boy stood not so far from me, his mouth frozen in mid-scream with his hands reached out in front of him. His eyes were blank white, his lips cold and frosted. A shrilled scream escaped his lips, the windows cracking.

Afraid, I tried wiping off the blood of my fingertips. Alas, the blood never left, scarred into my skin.

"My little snowflake, my precious little snowflake..."

A wingless fallen angel stood nearby in earshot, hair as black as darkness and eyes as dark as obsidian. His black coat swirled with horrified screaming souls stitched together. His eyes were glassy, as if something broke permanently inside him. But a faint smile plastered across his pale face, a small ray of light in a world of darkness. His hand was lent out to me, inviting me towards him. I was afraid and he was beautiful, the only light in this prison.

Darkness swallowed me whole, and I was gone.

It's just no smiles sweet heart don't cry
it's your song your dreadful lullaby

...

I woke up in horror with his image flickering in my memory. I saw my alarm clock, it was 3.01 in the morning.

Yeah, this is just the prologue. I'm still working on the first chapter. I'm waiting to see reviews about what you thought 'bout this.

Please remember to comment, vote, share, and don't die out there, demigods!

Ciao~

Amy A. Jackson

Daughter of Athena, descendant of Apollo :)