A small boy with dark curled locks, and olive skin. He was a small boy with dark curled hair and olive skin, he held the a bright smile.
A stalky but lean teen with matted dark hair, no longer curled like his child self. He was a teen with matted hair and pale olive skin, he no longer had the strength to smile neither did he want to, the muscle no longer functioned the way he wanted to anyway.
The teen, stalked into his dark cabin, setting his sheathed sword down, it thumped as it met the floor. Throwing his black jacket off somewhere across the room along with himself, but onto his bed. He sighed himself into a sleep.
The next morning Nico went on a stroll through the forest- he didn't make a sound, well he couldn't. Things like speaking were not possible for him anymore, he forgot why. There was no reason to dwell on his disability, he had no reason to speak, nor did he want to.
And so the mute, continued aimlessly walk through the woods of Camp Half blood.
As it gradually started to get darker, Nico headed back to camp, which was louder than usual. The teen curiously walked towards the celebratory cheers.
It was them.
The seven demigods were back from hogwarts. They probably won't even recognize me after all this time, although it's only been 3 years. It's not like I actually want them to…
The teen obviously wanted to greet them, but he's changed after those three years, he was 16 now and mute. He wouldn't be able to talk to them if he wanted to.
The brooding mute stood there studying his friends from afar, until he caught one of their eyes. "Nico? NICO?!" this of course cause the other six's attention along with some of the demigods to look towards the mute. Some of the demigods looked at him pitifully knowing his situation. The latter jumped slowly backing away, he didn't know why he was so scared. But he felt it. Leo's elfish grin stretched along with Jason, Piper Percy, Annabeth, Hazel and Frank.
The seven ran towards him causing him to fall back, Percy and Leo glomped him, both cackling happily. Nico tried to struggle out of their grip, all he could think about was retreating back to his cabin. But despite the thought he was unnecessarily happy and relieved that they remembered him.