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It started the day my brother, in away, visited.

Nico Di Angelo doesn't visit, he pops in with a precision of only inconvenient times. He never stays long, and leaves you staring blankly with a bowl of Napoleon ice cream, thats melting from the sweat of your hands and the fever from the heating system (which he tends to use at excess for the seconds he's there just to annoy you).

But no, I'm slicker then him. After all, even demigod siblings can still live their short lives to the goal of a sister; to not have to be better then everyone, just your brother.

When the next visit came, falling on the arrival day of Percy Jackson,who was the son of Neptune who dangerously acted Greek, I was as lax as a snake in summer haze of July.

Alone in the ungodly early hour, the glimmer of an old mother daughter show playing (one I'd seen enough times to memorize it already), there was nothing to be done.

Nothing to be done about going to Alaska.

Nothing to be done about what it'd do, or not knowing what it'd do.

Nothing to be done about Nico having gotten mad at me early about not being able to say no.

Is it just me or is there something with a bittersweet taste in the inevitable? I can never tell when it really is just me who thinks something. Thats the whole point isn't it?

In all honesty, when Mars claimed Frank Zhang, I just stood there in the awe of chaos, my nod was thoughtlessly when he chose ME as the companion for him and Percy Jackson. Okay. I should've known he'd chose his best friend, well... His only friend. And we'd made such a team during War Games. On the plus side, it wasn't like I was gonna sit around here anyways. I was too much like half brother, Nico. Which goes to show that deep inside, I really am the daughter of Pluto, even if I make it difficult for others to believe and always tell them to shut up about it.

"Ginger," Nico said, groggily. He'd fallen asleep in the night, with the messy shaggy black mop of his hair laying on the denim of my pants.

"Record time Angelo," I felt my fingers through his hair, slightly trembling, a dark color of cinnamon. "You only slept for 6-7 hours."

"I- I didn't wanna miss the last few moments I could spend before you died," sitting up he yawned, long, skinny, and pale arms stretching out. Even half asleep my dear brother could be at an extreme annoyingness level.

"Oh shush, no one is gonna die," I rolled my eyes.

Now fully awake, he raised an eyebrow at me, "Thats some sick Underworld joke, right?"

No one would confuse us for siblings, even half siblings. Whereas he had his hair was unkept and black, my hair neatly went down to my loose set shoulders, was curly and, hence my name, a ginger color. It was the color of a dark carrot, with dark brown skin, rather then a scary ill shade of white like his.

"I see you've been up for awhile," He eyed my clothes. Ebony boots, which I wore for good luck, my black skinny jeans, a cream tank top and a soft furry violet SPQR hoodie, for a little bit of home.

"I'm always prepared," standing up, and slipping my golden spatha into a worn leather sheath.

"Maybe not always," he stepped to the frame of a wooden door, where we walked out, shadows under the light, in a haven we had to save.

"Oh, very funny Di Angelo," His arms wrapped around me, a rare occurrence of the physical interaction from him. "So, other then Percy, the end of the world, what brings the great Ghost King of the Underworld here?"

"I told you, I wanted to see you. Does there need to be more then 3 reasons?" Nico raised an eyebrow, and smoothed it over, his head turned over, he played it off as a question.

"With you?" With maybe a little bit of sarcasm. "Of course."

"Clever. Does it even matter Ginger? I can't stay, and I know thats what your getting to." his sigh, the facade cruel older brother demeanor, as always.

But me and him, we were beyond the eyes, we were shadows under the sun, always.

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