This is my first story, so I don't really know if this is any good.
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Nico di Angelo was by no means a social boy. He usually sat brooding in his dark cabin or was doing missions for Hades, his father. After the Giant war, the second war he'd participated in and survived, he and his father had grown closer. Not as close as for example, Percy and Poseidon, but close enough for them to be on, 'thank you'(for Hades) and 'sure father'(for Nico), basis. Anyway, you know what I mean. At least they had lost most of the stiffness with which they behaved around each other. Currently, Nico was once again brooding in his cabin, but for once it wasn't the usual 'I am sick of myself and my feeling' brooding, but more of the 'why can't I just have a normal life, with normal friends' brooding.
Nico usually didn't sleep which was considered normal for him because of his many nightmares about Tartarus and the bronze jar. He was still brooding over his life and friends when he was startled out of his misery because of some messenger souls his father sent for him. These souls were pretty much slaves, although they couldn't complain because at least they got to see the world above once in a while. Anyway just as Nico jumped into the shadows on his way to Hades' palace, he came across a wall in the shadows. He realized he couldn't go back because he was trapped by someone who had more control of shadows than him, the Ghost King. With a start, he realized the only entity with more control over shadows than him was Tartarus, the being he feared with all his heart.
That was because when he was in Tartarus, he didn't see a broken wasteland full of poisonous fumes and acidic gases. No, he saw something infinitely worse. He saw everything he ever feared, everything he dreaded, every single bad thing that ever happened and could happen to him. He saw it all. And the worst part was, he saw Tartarus in its whole self, with the five rivers of the underworld as its glowing, throbbing veins, the broken wasteland as it's body, and the reforming monsters as blisters upon it's horrible, sickening, bright red skin. That was why he feared Tartarus more than anything in the world. And that was how he was finally broken, shattered into a thousand pieces. That was why Nico di Angelo did everything he could to keep from sleeping. But now that he was faced with the monster once again the only thing to keep him from huddling into a whimpering ball of tears, was the fact that he had his sword in his hand and his father in his mind, hoping they could save him.
Hades sat on his throne of bones, wondering when Nico would show up when in his head all alarm bells started tingling. His divine senses had felt someone enter the shadows at Nico's current position in the shadows. When he extended his senses enough he finally recognized the threat and nearly fainted from shock and fear. The worst fear of the gods was attacking his son. He started getting closer to them in the shadows while anxiously calling Nico's name. When he finally arrived he saw Nico's scared face turn to him just before Tartarus said while smirking madly "I will send him somewhere he will not hesitate to help, even in his fragile state, where he will have to help someone bear the burden of destiny, and I can only hope it will break him further." Then it snapped its fingers and right before his father's unbelieving eyes he disappeared.
To be continued…
Read the next chapter to know where he'll end up and be sure to rate and review this story so I'll know what you think about my writing. You can also ask me questions and I'll see if I answer them. Oh, also, before I forget, check for any mistakes I made so I can work on my grammar