"Damn cabin 15" Nico thought as wandered through a dream fully conscious judging by the old school architecture and the fact there was a child in front of him on the street dying of polio (don't ask how he knew he just did) he somewhere around the Elizabethan era. Why his dream sent him here he didn't know but like most demigod dreams he could tell this was a warning. He was trying to decipher his whereabouts when he felt something tugging him at his feet... no not at his feet but his shadow which was his last thought before he shadow traveled.
Never had Nico been forced to shadow travel even if it was a dream the experience melt unnatural and it probably would have made himself if this weren't in his mind, but his stomach pains were nothing compared to the vibe coming off where he ended up. It was nothing but a pile of ash and charred wood the reeked of the underworld, that part he didn't understand because he had been to battlefields with a weather death presence than this place. Judging by the sign that laid charred beneath his feet he had landed at either a pub or a theatre "but why?" he thought to himself, he found his answer when he heard footsteps approach he whipped around to find no one until a cloud of soot and flame exploded through him revealing an opened trap door with a head peeking out of it.
"Is it safe?" he heard a voice say
"Well I only released about enough flames to kill 100 men" snarked the peeking head
Nico didn't notice it at first but the guy that released the flames looked oddly like Leo if Leo bothered to clean himself up and had a surprisingly distinguished jawline and judging by the way he didn't look like he was trying stay on his toes so he was probably taller as well.
"Quit your bickering and get out so I can breath" berated a third voice. One by one each of them got out of what Nico could only assume was a secret room, although as the second stepped out he was overwhelmed with an aura of death so powerful he nearly woke up, he emanated death and power but the most striking thing about him was his face, his eyes cold and calculating his lips permanently stuck in a sneer... Just like his dad.
"Oh Gods" he thought
"By the queen's whiskers stop moping Jameson" knock-off Leo called out
"Oh shut up Faynor you heathen" the one called Jameson shot back
"Hey you two, Godborns should not stoop to the level of arguing like house wives" called out the third.
Now the third one was interesting he looked neither like a royal or a peasant in fact he didn't look like anything he was formless he looked almost as if he was a ... ghost but a ghost among the living no his father would have done something about that .
"Wait what was that?" Jameson whipped around to face Nico and drew his sword unleashing a wave of black fire waking Nico back.
