A/N: Blame my ten year-old sister. It was her idea.
Nezwik. The name struck fear into his enemy's eyes. He was a Half-Blood, a son of Aphrodite. His name was known through out camp. When campers first meet Neswik they are often mis-led. He spends his time strumming his lyre by Thalia's tree, but beware. When you go against him in battle he is often acoompined by his magical wombat, Sparkle.
Sparkle speaks to Neswik in a series of moans and gurgles. Only Neswik can understand the mythical animals strange language.
A few facts about him so that you may be better prepared the next time you are meeting in combat.
1. Neswik loves chedder-pear pie
2. Phineas and Ferb rock his socks
3. SPARKLES!
4. When all else fails, revert to rule 3
I hope this list helps you in times of need. Until then, may the force be with you.
A\N: So yeah, randomness all around. A far cry from Everybody Hates Hephaestus but hey, I like to switch it up a little.