Disclaimer: I don not own PJO.
So, this is the prologue to Nico Rising. Sure, it may seem sort of uncaptivating at first, but soon, it will become a full-fledged adventure. Oh yeah: THERE IS NO ROMANCE IN THIS STORY. Most fangirls just "heart" Nico, but guess what? There will be no romance with an OC or anything here, unless you count a brief occurence with an alternate universe in a later chapter as "fangirlish". I really don't see what's so attractive about a boy who just turned into a teenager (probably becuase, I'm like...younger than thirteen, let's stick with that.) Yes, this also captures all the aspects of Nico, like his chronilogical age. This is just a story of friendship, and the beautiful hope of adventure (I sorta think Nico is tired of doing romance stories with OC's.).
Nico Rising: Prologue
Nico hit his head on the wall for the hundredth time that day. What was he going to do? He traced his slim, olive fingers across the black, obsidian wall. He was in the Hades cabin, though he'd been reluctant to come. "Just for a while" Percy had said.
He'd listened of course. Percy was like the brother he had never had, and if he died a horrible death like Bianca, he would never make it through. Not that he would ever have a brother. His father, Hades, had been unwilling to sire another child. And if Hades finally did, that would be another thirteen years before his half-sibling would get claimed, and by then he'd be out of here. Nico wasn't planning to be trapped in this camp, to be stinking counselor. Not with the adventures waiting for him.
This wretched camp had already taken too many things from him. His freedom, his honor. Maybe if him and Bianca hadn't been taken by the demigods, maybe they could've led a normal life. But that wasn't his destiny.
"Nico..." A voice drew his eyes to the doorway.
Standing there were Percy and Annabeth. He hadn't been at camp lately, but he'd heard they had struck up a relationship together. Nico wasn't interested in love though. He was only thirteen, for Zeus' sake! Well, technically, he was at least eighty years old...
Percy smiled and beckoned Nico toward the entrance. "Come on. We've got something to show you."
Annabeth nodded her head in that calculating way of hers. "We need you."
Nico sauntered off after them. He hoped this was good. If they needed his skills, it was bound to be something dangerous.
Then he realized there was one thing this camp hadn't taken: his sister.