I saw a review for one of my stories and I got excited. Hope you like it :) Takes place after MOA. Don't own characters.
Hi, my name is Nico di Angelo. This may be startling to you, but my father is Hades, the Greek lord of the Underworld. So basically, I am the son of death. Normal demigods go to a special training camp where they learn to fight monsters, but I'm a traveller. Sometimes I stop at either camps (The Greek one is Camp Half Blood, the Roman one is Camp Jupiter) for a while, but I am alone. I had a sister, Bianca, but she became a huntress and died on a Greek quest. I used to try and talk to her, as I can with most spirits, but she chose to be reborn. I'll never see her again.
You may think it's hard living like I am, but it isn't for me. It's just lonely. I never knew what I would get myself into coming back to Camp Half Blood, but it turned out to be the best day for me in years. Hope you like my story, usually children of Hades never live to tell the tale.
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"Nico! Where have you been?" Percy said. He and Annabeth walked down the hill to greet me. They were (and are still) so in love, even now when I think of love I think of them. Percy held Annabeth's hand as they walked.
"Around," I replied. "I was at Camp Jupiter, talking to Hazel."
Hazel is my Roman sister. We're technically related, because her father is Pluto, the Roman aspect of Hades. She was the closest thing to family I had since Bianca, but I don't see her much because I travel.
"Well you missed a lot. Percy has a sister now! She's your age, and a lot of fun." Annabeth told me. Another child of Poseidon? Percy bugged me enough. Well, not really. He was a good guy, but we had tough history. I saved their lives once, so I guess you could call them my friends now.
"C'mon, You have to meet her," Percy led me into camp. People stared at me as I walked in, pointing fingers and whispering to one another. I knew some called me a hero. Some said I was shady. I guess you could say I'm shady looking guy.
"Her name's Kristine," Percy said. I turned around. There she was. Almost the spinning image of Percy, but she had lighter hair. Her eyes were more blue than Percy's and she had fair skin, unlike tan and tall Percy. She was beautiful.
Kristine looked at me funny. I realized I was staring.
"Hi," I said, trying to look confident. "Nico di Angelo.." Son of Hades.
"... And you are?"
She smiled. A gorgeous, wonderful smile.
"Kristine Cherymore. But, you can call me Kristy.''