I've had this idea for a while now, and I knew it was going to but me until I wrote it.
Disclaimer-I am not Rick Riordan-though my brother once got his autograph.
These stories are not going to be in a spesific order of an kind. It's just going to be any time between when they lived in World War II to when they fought Dr. Thorn. Anyway, enjoy :)
July 16, 1940: Washington D.C
"I'm bored," Nico complained.
Maria Di Angelo looked up. "Why don't you call Grace?"
"She's busy."
"Alex?"
"Sick."
"Daniel?"
"Out of town."
"Are any of your friends not doing something?"
Nico thought hard for a minute. "Nope."
Just then, Bianca came running down the stairs. "Mother, I'm bored!" she complained.
Maria looked at her two children. "Why don't you go outside and get some fresh air? Maybe ride your bikes?"
Nico and Bianca looked at each other for a moment. "Nah," they said together.
"...Or, you two can help me do chores. I could use a helping hand or two..."
Once again, the sibilings exchanged glances. "You know what mother," Bianca said, "you are right we do need fresh air. Come on, Nico, let's go ride our bikes!" she grabbed her brother and ran out the door.
Mrs. Di Angelo smiled. "Works every time..."
"I can ride faster than you!" Nico declaired.
"Can NOT!"
"Race you!"
The two Di Angelo childen hopped on their bikes and rode off.
Nico was in the lead.
"Ha!" he said.
Bianca widened her eyes in horror, there was an automobile headed straight towards him! "Nico look out!"
But her little brother was too busy sticking his toungue out at her to pay attention to what she was saying.
The automobile struck him, and the seven-year old went flying.
"NICO!" Bianca ran to her brother.
He was not in good shape. He was unconsious and very bloodly. Bianca was no doctor, but she was sure he needed help. Fast.
"HELP!" she screamed. "Somebody, HELP!"
"Are you alright, child?" asked a woman.
"No, my brother was struck by an automobile!" she wailed.
"Oh, dear! Where is he?"
"There," Bianca pointed, not daring to look at the bloody sight.
"My, my," she muttered, looking at the boy.
"Hold on!" Mrs. Di Angelo ran up to her son.
"Mother!" Bianca cried.
Maria stood over her son.
"I will call a doctor," the lady said.
"No," said Maria, "I can take it from here, thank you."
"Are you sure about that? He's in pretty bad shape."
"I am sure."
The woman looked back, but walked away.
"Mother, what do you mean? He needs a doctor!"
But Maria wasn't listening, she ordered her daughter to help her drag Nico's body to the house.
One they did, Maria took a cup of something from the ice box, and gave it to Bianca.
"Have Nico drink this," she ordered.
"What is i-"
"Just do it! We don't have a lot of time!"
Bianca fed her brother the mysterious liquid, and within seconds Nico opened his eyes.
"Wha-"
"Shh," Mrs. Di Angelo said, rubbing her son's back. "Bianca, I can take it from here, hand me the cup."
Bianca obeyed, and for the first time she noticed writing of some sort on the cup. It was in some strange language. Bianca couldn't read, but somehow, she understood what these letters represented. It said: Nector.
Well? What did you think peoples? Let me know and review!
~The QAS