Welcome to my new story. Each chapter will have a different narrator, talking about their pains.
Their lives might be fairy tales. But not all fairy tales are perfect.

Discalimer: Don't own Pjo. Shocking, isn't it?

Dead.

If she's even brought into the conversation, that's all they say. Dead. And they just move on, because Bianca diAngelo was gone, and she wasn't coming back. Ever.

Another night alone. Another night with only ghosts around for company. And your thoughts. Your plans for revenge, your plans to make all of them sorry.

You want to kill. Tear the son of Poseidon to shreds, and remind the people at Camp Half-Blood that she lived. Bianca diAngelo would be here if she had never joined the Hunt. If she hadn't come in to the world of the demigods.

You don't want fake apologies. You don't want letters and gifts, you don't want people saying, "I am mourning your death." All you want is your sister, Bianca diAngelo.

Four months ago, you were at boarding school. You were carefree, you were optimistic.

You notice now, looking back, that you were an idiot.

You didn't think that the Greek Gods were real, they were imaginary to you, make believe, play toys. They only existed in your stupid game myth-o magic. To you, the only real thing that mattered was Bianca.

You were with each other so much, that all of your classmates always said, "Bianca and Nico diAngelo". Not Nico. Not Bianca. Always Bianca and Nico. You were a set, two peas in a pod. One came with the other. It was simply that.

She didn't have many friends because you always tagged along. You didn't have many friends because she was always there, behind you, catching you when you fell.

The night you found out, you screamed at the sky. You screamed at Zeus, for not trying to stop it with his godly powers, you screamed at Poseidon, because of Percy. And you screamed at Hades, your father for taking away his family and leaving him alone.

Life sucks.

Your life started like a fairy tale. You and Bianca, in the hotel, playing. For days, weeks, he wasn't sure. He couldn't remember life before the hotel. He was having a blast, and every day he fell to sleep happy, his sister by his side.

Then the stupid lawyer had to come.

He freaked you out. You wanted to go back downstairs and finish your game. You want to go eat breakfast. You want Bianca to shut the door in the man's face, and to tell the lawyer to leave and never come back. Because you felt that this man would do something, and that you would lose Bianca if the man did.

And you were right.

She loved the Hunters. To her, they were family. But you know that the only thing they did, was rip your life apart. Can you call that family?

Stupid Hunters, for ruining it for Bianca.

Stupid Campers, for not honoring her, not caring about her.

Stupid Gods, for ignoring your problems.

All fairy tales have beginnings. They all begin with Once upon a Time.

But not all fairy tales ended in Happily Ever After.

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This is exactly Five hundred words.(Author's Note does NOT count)