(A/N: Hey, this is Louise. I just wanted to tell you that I and Mari agreed to write alternately. But most are my stories, because Mari will be handling our Archiveofourown account. Be sure to also check that out!)
Also, please enjoy!
Disclaimer:
Louise impatiently tapped her foot, waiting for Marrione to show up. The audience was getting a bit uneasy, and help her, it was hopeless. Most of the readers already left. She finally breathed out a sigh of relief when Marrione was suddenly running to her at top speed. "Where have you been?" Louise hissed at her, grabbing her wrist. "I've been managing our Archiveofourown account," she breathed before shouting at the audience. "LOUISE – DOES – NOT- OWN – HEROES OF OLYMPUS HOW MATTER HOW MUCH SHE WANTS TO SEE NICO!" She yelled at the top of her lungs as Louise, face burning red as she sat at the computer. "You owe me a disclaimer." Louise shot a glare at Marrione, who stepped down the stage, and took a seat.
(In Puerto Rico, San Juan)
Her hands fumbled with the matches, obviously nervous and scared.
Nico took the matchbox from her, litting one match up and feeding it to the pile of wood, which instantly lit up.
He watched the flames for a moment before returning to his spot on the couch beside the anxious praetor, who was lost in thought.
"Why are there so many spirits in here?" Nico Di Angelo asked Reyna, who looked away.
Even as a son of Hades, it scared him, why so many spirits lurked in one house.
"Since when?" The praetor said quickly, crossing her arms and looking away, hiding a scowl.
"I know you can, and I know you know why. So why?" Nico raised an eyebrow.
Reyna bit her lip, looking away. She made her way to the window and stared at the sky.
The reason I keep it secret is the reason why I live my days as if I had no past.
She hardened her grip on the window ledge before absent-mindedly fingering a pistol (that took her father's insane spirit) inside her pocket.
Checkmate, she frowned at the stars. You caught me, Di Angelo. Here's the secret why.
And here she was again, playing with that pistol like before.
Taking it out of her pocket, she swiftly turned and threw it into the flames, letting the fire devour it clean of its history and wrongdoings.
Somewhere beside her, Nico asked her another question. "Why did you throw that into the fire?" he frowned at Reyna, who chuckled darkly.
"Because it was the reason why."
Woo-hoo! First fanfiction posted! Also, guys, please R&R. Constructive criticism is accepted, flames are forgiven and reviews will receive my gratitude (IDC if its flames or not, still a review).