Nico's POV
One day I was standing on Half-Blood Hill, against the pine tree that sat there, feeding the dragon, Peleus, large pieces of red meat, still covered in blood. Yuck. I felt a small tap on my shoulder. I turned around after handing Peleus another piece of meat. A young girl stood there looking at me with a nervous gaze. She had beautiful silver eyes and hair darker than black. Her hair was short and came up to her shoulders. She was wearing a short-sleeved, white t-shirt with a picture of a wolf on it. Black jeans covered her legs and she was barefoot.
"Hi, is this Camp Half-Blood?" she asked.
Her voice was soft but fierce.
I nodded. "Yeah, you a half-blood?"
"Yes. My dad told me to come here before he-he-he." She stopped.
"He died?"
She nodded, sadly. "He was attacked by a lion on a safari in Africa."
"Sorry. Hey, I'm a son of Hades. I can summon him if you want."
"Thanks."
I smiled. I put down the rest of the meat and showed her towards the Big House while Peleus ate the meat happily from the ground which confused me as to why I had to stand their bored to death (death is actually more fun than that) feeding him by hand (which Chiron had asked me to do) when I could've been practicing my swordplay.
I groaned and the girl looked at me curiously but didn't say anything.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Alison Gates, yours?" she replied.
"Nico Di Angelo." I answered, smiling.
I looked ahead of me and my eyes widened. Maybe feeding Peleus wasn't so bad because being annoyed by her was worse. Her. Her was Jane Davidson. Daughter of Apollo. Leader of my fan club. We were close to the Big House so I grabbed Alison's arm and ran before Jane could see me. When I got to the porch I stopped, panting.
"Sorry," I apologized to Alison, pointing to her arm which had blood on it from the meat that had passed on to my hands.
She shrugged.
"I don't care about that. At least it wasn't my blood," she joked.
I smiled again which made me realize something. This was the start of a brand new friendship which I hoped would last long but that was saying something considering the fact my fan club beat up Annabeth just because she wanted to talk to me to tell me something. Annabeth had been my friend ever since Camp Half-Blood.
Alison looked me, a joking smile placed on her lips.
"Onto the room of impending doom," she laughed, before walking inside.
I smiled which surprised me. Four smiles in one day. I was going to make this friendship last a long time if I could.