Disclaimer: I own nothing of PJO it all belongs to Rick Riordan except for my Oc and any ideas/creatures/weapons I come up with
Camp Half-Blood, a safe place for Demi-Gods to train to use their powers and fight back the monsters that seek to destroy them, a place where you will find others just like you and find acceptance...or at least most of you will. Children of Hades are kept at arm length for unfair, but obvious reasons. Me? No I'm not a child of Death, ironically enough seeing as I look like one with my dark hair and pale skin. The only things I seem to share with my siblings are my bright blue eyes, love of music, and...one other thing. That's right if you haven't guessed it yet I'm a child of Apollo, God of Music, Poetry, Prophecy and a bunch of other crap I really couldn't care less about, not that I look it or even dress like it, no I dress in all black as though I'm in mourning or going to a funeral...and maybe I am. But we'll get to that later, it's the last ability that effects me the most, more than any one of my siblings, leading to many sleepless nights from the onslaught of visions that seep into my subconscious and thus explains the deep dark circles permanently marked under my eyes. Better to stay awake and collapse later than have to see another person, mortal or Demi-God, die right before my eyes and be able to do nothing about it. It's also the thing that has lead to me being one of the biggest outcasts among outcasts, again barring children of Hades, no one wants a roommate who will wake them in the night screaming bloody murder even if they did see it. And no one can believe that the dark little cloud could possibly be the child of the sun. I think that's the real reason they kicked me out, not just because they needed to sleep for once.
So where do I sleep if the Apollo cabin kicked me out you ask? Answer is simple whenever I feel like I'm going to collapse from exhaustion I go into the woods and find a comfy tree with a reasonable nymph and sleep there while they do me the favor of keeping an eye out for monsters. Needless to say I've gotten used to loneliness. Ever since that Jackson kid came to camp even Hades kid is more accepted than me...not that he doesn't deserve it, don't get me wrong the guy has done some amazing things for this camp and all it's just...he has everything I ever wanted, acceptance, friends, I hear he even has a little bit of family left, and what does he do with all these blessings? He pushes them all away, the whole I am the Ghost King child of Death and darkness fear me and leave me to despair thing is getting real old, but what do I know right? I'm just an...Apollo reject. I'm a solar eclipse, a sun-child devoid of all sunlight. But enough of my whining you don't need to hear about that anymore, the sun has risen and campers are getting up it's time to start another day...
I close that black leather note book with the imprint of a lyre burned into the cover and put it in my pocket and walk around the tree I had been leaning against to pick up the guitar that had been leaning against it.
"Thanks Iris." I mutter softly to the nymph, who's tree I had used as my resting place, as I settled my guitar comfortably on my back
The guitar had been a gift from my Nonna*, it had been my Nonno's* before it was mine, it was originally a deep rich brown, but time had eaten away at the wood and protective coating so I had to get it refurbished and Nonna said Nonno would have wanted me to make it mine and have it reflect my soul so I had it painted black with a rich red and gold bird spreading it's wings to fly.
If I hurried I knew I could get down to breakfast, make my offering, and grab some food to go before anyone else even got there. I made my way carefully into camp proper, I didn't want anyone to see me it only led to trouble...for me, luckily most campers were too tired and bleary eyed to notice the likes of me...or so I thought.
Nico's POV
Ugh morning, whoever created mornings should be cast into the deepest part of Tartarus right next to Cronus. I hated mornings, but that's to be expected from a child of Hades. That's right I am the one and only living son of Hades God of the Dead, Ruler of the Underworld. I groan and contemplate getting out of bed, on the one hand it's way to early in my opinion, but on the other hand if I wait until later I'll have to deal with all the stares...at least more than if I were to go now. So I guess now it is. I heave a heavy sigh as I push my covers off and sit up in bed running a hand roughly over my face. Getting dressed in a pair of black jeans with a chain for my Stygian Iron sword to rest at my hip, a black shirt with a white skull on it and to top it all off my aviator jacket I leave my cabin to be blinded my the steadily rising sun. Screw you too Apollo. The sun only shines a little brighter at my off handed thought.
Making my way down to the dining pavilion I almost think I'm home free from being bothered when...
"Neeks!" a loud and unfortunately familiar voice yells
Before I could even find out where it was coming from I was barreled into by none other than Percy Jackson, Hero of Olympus, my cousin, and still-kinda-I-don't-know crush.
"Hello Nico." An amused and slightly exasperated Annabeth Chase greeted me following her insane boyfriend
"Percy. Get. Off." I grumble attempting to shove off the taller and stronger male from his tight grip around me
"But I missed you Neeks you hardly come out of your cabin anymore unless Hazel is visiting and even then you won't talk to anyone, but her and even that's become rare lately." Percy pouted
"Maybe I just don't feel like socializing ever think of that?" I grouched
"Ah come on you can't really mean that Neeks I mean who wants to be alone?" He whined
I was about to answer when I finally realized that the whole time we had been talking Percy had been subtly leading me towards his table in the Dining Pavilion. We were the first ones there...or so I thought.
It was upon looking around that I found we were in fact not the only ones there. There was a girl, one I didn't recognize...not that, that was unusual, with dark black hair and pale skin wearing all black. If I didn't know any better I would have mistaken her for a child of Hades or Pluto if she were Roman. But seeing as either of those things were impossible I was a bit stumped as to who her godly parent could be.
"That's Elina Denvalio in case you were wondering." Annabeth's voice interrupted my musings
"Huh?" was my brilliant comeback
"The name of girl you were staring at it's Elina." Annabeth repeated with a slight smirk on her face
"I wasn't staring." I argued a faint heat coming to my face
"Sure you weren't Neeks sure you weren't." Percy put in his two drachmas
"Whatever. So who's kid is she?" I asked knowing they wouldn't drop it any time soon might as well get information out of it
"You won't believe it, but she's a daughter of Apollo." Percy answered
"You're right I don't believe it." I agreed
"It's true he didn't get it wrong for once." Annabeth chimed in
"Hey! Hurtful!" Percy complained hand on his chest in false pain
"Aw come on Seaweed Brain." Annabeth cooed
I tuned them out not wanting to listen to anymore of the mushiness that was their relationship and instead focused more on the strange daughter of the sun. She certainly didn't look like any of her siblings that I had seen and she definitely didn't dress like them. I wonder what makes her so different?
*Nonna-Grandmother
*Nonno-Grandfather
Elina (El-lean-nuh)-Light
Denvalio (Den-vahl-leo)