Kay! So, I wanted to start posting a story for a friend at school, aka, Amelia Lighter. I decided that it would take place after the war with Gaia/Gaea, taking the roller-coaster of life for those who survived- and knew other's who didn't. This is the first chapter, so it's going to be short. No complaining, since this is my first fanfiction.


The air hung heavy in the theater; a silence even more unbearable than the Fields of Punishment cloaking the entire camp. Not one camper could breath, and most of all, a certain Son of Hades had to escape, had to run before his emotions would drown him.

His footsteps landed heavily on the hard-packed dirt, the smell of approaching winter making his lungs burn. Another time of sorrow and death. Another time of misery and silence, he thought. Memories threatened to choke him, those green eyes, that handsome smile and black as night hair-

He's dead. I used to love him and now he's dead.

Somehow, the blunt words did nothing for the sorrow tearing him apart from the insides. A wild monster bent on leaving nothing behind; a fire determined to burn down an entire forest. Nothing mattered now. Not the fact that he ran without so much as a warning to anybody, or a warning to himself. Not even the fact that he was supposed to have hated Percy Jackson seemed to stop his need to arrive here at this now scared place.

When the door gave way, he stopped in the threshold of the cabin, looking from bunk to bunk to find the one.

Nico di Angelo crossed the wooden floorboards, a painfully thudding in his ears suggesting his heart was still beating, though the grief and pain made it feel as if he were dying.

I wonder if he was in pain. Was he in pain when it happened?

The pale boy grabbed for something, anything that may have picture of him in it. His hands shook too badly to grab it, and so the photo frame he had been set on crashed to the ground. Glass must have broken, because shards glittered among the wood in the setting sun, and the grief and sadness took over him. All these emotions and feelings, all about one thing- Death- and he had no answers to sooth any of them.

Never had he felt so hopeless, or just so done with everything. He should have been there. He should have-

Nico looked up, only to see a flash of golden blonde hair and sky blue eyes. Jason. Nico only realized then that his heart was beating so fast because he had been sobbing, gasping for air through his tighten throat. Water ran down his face in rivers of agony, and all Jason could do was pull Nico close, and share in some of the suffering at losing Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. For once, these two could be united in one thing, and their was still one question ringing in Nico's ears, even after the thuds in his heart had calmed and the tears had stopped falling, up until the early rays of dawn.

How could I hate him when I'm supposed to be the dead one?


Okay, so, here you go! So, I'll have the next one up by Friday, continuing with Nico/Percy suffering. You'll get to understand just what happened during the war in chapters to come, and hopefully my writing will get better over the chapters too. This is for you, Amelia and Juliet!

~Sapphire Fendendra