Darkness is everywhere. It envelops the shroud, does not allow to do a breath of air, it costs a lot off efforts like this to go forward, does not know, what waiting him, but he Is near, very near, that's why he hasn't to surrender. It is going to be the losing, his losing, but how sadly, the losing all world.
He is near. Under the door shining gold light, like lamp in the dark, lighting the way in the culprit's hand, culprit big sadness, anguish this house and tenants. The pen is near, only pass hands and turns, it is very easy, but the darkness, crushing on the whiskey, doesn't allow to do this/ but it is important to do, just need it.
The hand touches the pen and the door opens, the boy goes to the room, flooded with light. It hasn't changes since that moment, as he saw it, but it's not a room now. It's a door, door of death, which doesn't allow people to live, poor, unhappy people.
The table postponed in the angle, the sofa rollovers at the garden, glass in the cabinet broken with the rich porcelain.
It is going to be normal for old house, but there is one «no». The figure in the middle of the room, pronouncing the mysterious words to the big old stonе, hanging under the fireplace. The light, coming from it, covered all the room actually that mysterious scaring golden shine, actually that stone, which can throw the world in Chaos, this normal stone.
The boy goes close to the figure, overcome the protective words. The figure turns to him, and he learns her.
How he doesn't understand, but it was so simply?
«Welcome, Nico Di Angelo! Come your time to die! »
Sorry for my grammar, I am so afraid about it, because its my first work.
All heroes belong to Rick Riordan.
Thanks!