Disclaimer: I do not own PJO, HoO. I own only Bianco and Nicol.

Credits to: Nicol (Kasai1214), my best friend, for giving me her name.

I hope you enjoy this! One of my better faics about NIco's death and his life after. If there's a dude that deserves cookies and a warm hug, it's Nico. So he'll reborn as a happy girl Nicol, who has no problems about liking boys.

If you like this, please review, or if you don't like this, please review so I can make it better!

Here's a song by Paola Bennet that would totally make this (perhaps) more tearful: watch?v=f9fu5rJ3k4Q It's called Soldatino (Nico's Lullaby).

I looked up, fire and ash in the sky.

Gaea had hit the ship with one of her mud thingies.

The ship was flaming and falling…

Falling…

The world flew past me as I fell with the ship.

Falling…

I could've summoned the dead to save me, but no.

I chose to join them instead.

Falling…

There was a thunderous thud and everything went black.

A smooth hand stroked my hair. I looked up.

"Bianca?" I whispered as I saw those black-brown eyes and pale skin that kept reappearing in my memories.

"Caro, caro, shhh. Andare a dormire il mio caro Nico. (Dear, dear, shhhh. Go to sleep my dear Nico.) " Bianca whispered gently to me in the language I felt most at home to, of my mother and days before Lotus Casino.

But there were tear streaks on her pale skin, and those black-brown eyes that I missed most were sorrowful…

"What happened?" I sat up straight. There had to be a problem. I looked around. "Where's Percy? And the rest of them?"

Bianca shook her head, tears rolling down. "Mio care, Nico…Non ti preoccupare, stanno bene ... stiamo bene. Saremo sani e salvi. ( My dear, Nico…Don't you worry, they're okay…we're okay. We'll be safe and sound.)" she whispered, stroking my messy black hair.

I trusted her. So I closed my eyes for the last time.

No nightmares could bother us now.

Darkness enveloped the Prince of Darkness's world.

He stumbled into his father's embrace, Hades welcoming his Prince back into his realm, the realm of death.

And so he remained there, as his 'friends' fought the earth goddess restlessly.

He still remembered, the times he had, his…problem.

But all that had ended hadn't it?

Nicol woke abruptly from her most recent nightmare. She was having them all the time, since she'd turned twelve.

Every night, Nicol was scared crazy with dreams about being a boy, not a lot older than she was, but a monster-magnet.

And the dreams were getting worse.

The night before, her dream 'sister' (who was pretty darn nice) had died. She had run to her big brother's bedroom for condolence, but all he said in response was, "Argggghhhhhh… go to sleep, Nicol…" and threw his spare pillow onto the floor.

So Nicol made up her mind to annoy Bianco once more with her horrible dreams.

And well, this night, the boy, Nico, had run away from a camp and burned up those cool cards from the cool but weird game, "Mythomagic".

"Biiiaaannncooo…." She whispered to her sleeping brother.

"Shut up…" Bianco muttered, wanting to throw his pillow at her, but throwing it at the alarm clock instead, creating a crazy LARRNNGG sound.

"Shoot, " Bianco said. He turned to Nicol. "Whaddaya want?"

Nicol grinned, thrilled that her brother was finally responding to her. "I have a baaad dreeaam." She said innocently.

"Ahhhhhhhh… Nicol, Nicol, go to Mum, I'm not your human teddy bear." Bianco waved Nicol away.

Nicol closed the door behind her, a pout on her face.

A dark shadow crossed Nicol and Bianco's windows…

Goodnight, Nico, Bianca…