There he was.
Again.
Dark clothing, dark hair, bones popping up in the mud around him. He was a child of the underworld.
"Why are you here?" I ask in a firm voice.
He spins around and i see his face.
He's not a child of the underworld, he is the father of it.
"Nico." He states smoothly.
"Do you follow me here?"
"No. I come to see your mother." He almost breaks into tears and he looks as helpless as Percy with out Annabeth.
I can't help but give him a hug.
