Nico stood in front of his father's shrine. He had come to visit his half-sister, Hazel, she wasn't Bianca but she was his sister. While he stood his mind wandered. The Prophecy of the Seven was beginning. He didn't know what to expect, he didn't know what to do. It was obvious not everyone would survive, he just hoped, selfishly, that none of his friends would die.
"Hey," Hazel's voice pulled Nico out of his thoughts, "I brought a friend."
Nico turned to greet his sister and her friend. The moment his eyes met the sea-green ones he panicked, eyes flickering around like a searchlight. He quickly regained composure making the splitsecond reaction easily forgotten.
"This is Percy Jackson," Hazel said, introducing the two that she thought didn't know each other, "He's a good guy."
Nico knew that already. He knew Percy was a good guy. He knew Percy saved Olympus. Hades, Percy saved him. But he wasn't going to say that, he couldn't say that. He couldn't say that he knew the guy standing two feet in front of him. He couldn't say that this guy was his crush. This person was the same person who occupied his mindspace so often, that he thought of at all hours.
Hazel continued, "Percy, this is my brother. The son of Pluto."
He held out his hand, "Pleased to meet you. I'm Nico Di Angelo."
They shook hands, studying each other warily. It didn't take much for Nico to guess that the son of Pos-, excuse me, Neptune didn't recognize him and he knew better than to say something about it.
"I-I know you." Percy scowled.
Nico raised his eyebrows, "Do you?" He turned to look at his sister, seemingly for explanation.
He didn't need an explanation, but they didn't need to know that.
He knew his sister figured it out. She was often too smart for her own good.
"Um.." She started, "Percy's lost his memory." She paused before carefully continuing, "So, Nico... I thought that since you, you know, travel all over. Maybe you've met demigods like Percy before, or.."
She stopped as Nico's expression dropped, turning as cold as Tartarus. She got the message: Drop it.
The day went on but Nico's mind stayed more or less in the same space.
Percy was here, without his memory. Part of another prophecy.
Nico wondered weather or not he should say something. Anything really.
He didn't.
There wasn't anything to say.
He wondered if he would die during the coming war.
He wondered if Percy would die during the coming war.
He wasn't sure which would hurt more.
I'm sorry? Kind of... Just practice for something bigger. :3
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