Alone
He was alone.
It wasn't always like that. There was a time when he had people to rely on, people who loved him.
He had a family.
His mom and his sister, and later just his sister.
She supported him, protected him. She was not only his sister, but his best friend.
She was all he needed.
Of course, it didn't last. Nothing good ever does.
Everything started to fall apart when she joined the hunters of Artemis.
He was heartbroken when she did, but what he didn't know was that it would only get worse. She left to go on a quest. He had trusted the hero to protect her, to keep her safe.
He was naïve.
He knew the moment she had died. He was at camp, sleeping. Suddenly his dreamless sleep had turned into a vivid nightmare.
Despite this, he hadn't given up hope she would return to him.
He was foolish.
The hero returned, without his sister. In that moment he lost the only person he had. His only remaining family, his best friend. Despite this, he couldn't muster enough anger toward the hero to actually hate him. He was hurt, and he was indeed angry. But his feelings toward the hero were quite the opposite of hate.
And so he ran.
He was a freak.
His only company were the spirits. And they were only kind out of fear.
He wore black, and let his hair grow out. It hung in front of his dark eyes, which always had circles under them from lack of sleep. He grew very pale and thin.
It wasn't only the spirits who were afraid of him, he found. The demigods were too, from both camps. Even mortals seemed to keep their distance.
He was a son of Hades, and he lived up to the title.
When he found out Death himself had been captured, he almost danced for joy. He finally had a chance of bringing his sister back. A chance at being happy.
He was too late.
She had left, choosing to be reborn. He had lost one sister, but discovered he had another. And so he brought her back, bringing her to camp Jupiter.
Slowly, the hole in his heart started to mend.
He was still thought of as scary, still an outcast, not becoming too close to anyone. But he had a sister again. He had a family again.
And then he fell.
The only was he survived was his heritage. He was a child of the underworld, but despite not losing his life he lost his sanity.
He was shattered.
When he needed people most, they stayed farther away than ever.
He was too damaged.
And now,
He was completely alone.
A/N: I really like the Percy Jackson/ Heroes of Olympus series, so I decided to write a fanfic on my favourite character, Nico di Angelo. I wanted to make it depressing, so I came up with this. I hope it was okay.
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