Hey! I've decided that most of the story will be Nico's POV. In this chapter, Nico gets a mini quest and... well, just read.
The next thing I knew I was in my room, lying on my bed. It wasn't as soft as the one in the hotel, but oh well. It was the only safe place I had to do what I did next.
I flipped the drachma in my hand, and then melded shadows together to form a somewhat darker-than-usual rainbow. "O Iris, goddess of rainbows, acept my offering." I tossed the drachma through the rainbow. It vanished. "Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Camp Halfblood."
The rainbow shimmered and the back of a red-haired girl with a freckly face and green eyes came in to view.
"Rachel."
She jumped and spun on her heels. "Nico!" She gasped. "I though I told you to stop surprising me like that!"
"Can't you stuff like that with your Oracle powers and crap?"
She made a face. "If only," she sighed. "Is something wrong, or were you just trying to prank me?"
"I have a question."
"Okay, shoot."
"Which camp am I suposed to go to- Jupiter or Halfblood?"
She snorted. "I don't need Delphi for that. Halblood, idiot. With me and the rest of your friends."
"But Hazel's at Jupiter."
"Do you hate me or something?" Rachel asked with a pout. "Am I not as good as Hazel?"
"Well..."
She made a face. "Screw you, DiAngelo! I guess you don't need my help then!"
"Rachel, wait. Please help me. I was just kidding." I took a breath. "Just use your powers, okay?"
She huffed. "Fine." she closed her eyes, and green mist swirled around her. "I see a halfblood," she said in the voice of the spirit of Delphi. "Wandering alone. She lives in DC, and she knows she's an outcast. She will die of you do not help her." She opened her eyes. "Well, there you go!"
"No prophecy or anything?" I ask, taken aback.
"Nope. Now, get your butt over to DC, DiAngelo, and save that girl's pathetic little rear end."
I laugh and wave my hand through the mist. Rachel vanished. Then I sighed. A girl. In DC. While I was about halfway to California.
"Nico! We're here!"
Scratch that. In California. Stupid Oracle. Stupid girl, actually, for going out on her own. But I still left my room to go see off Hazel, Frank, and Jason.
I had just walked up onto the main deck when Hazel tackled me with a hug, nearly knocking me back down the steps. "Please come visit if you choose the other camp," she whispered. Then she pulled back and laughed. "But you'd never choose the other camp, would you, Nico?" She asked with a grin. "You just love me too much!"
"But-"
Her face immediately fell, but she forced it back up to make an irritated face. "Screw you, DiAngelo!" She yelled, sounding remarkably like Rachel. She punched me really hard in the arm.
"Ow!"
"Serves you right," she said, folding her arms in irritation. "If it's taking you this long to choose between New York or your only sister-"
"But you aren't my only sister, Hazel. Bianca's my sister too."
All of a sudden, a single tear rolled down her face. "Why do you always compare me to Bianca?" She asked quietly. "Am I not good enough for you?"
I immediately felt like the biggest jerk in the world. "No, Hayz, you're awesome, but I just grew up along side Bianca, is all. She was all I had, for a long time."
She slapped me across the face, and I stumbled backwards.
"Hazel!" Annabeth cried, rushing over. But Percy held her back.
"Annabeth, please," he said. "This is their fight. Stay out of it."
"But she's hurting Nico!" Ah. Good old Annabeth.
"Please," Percy tried. Then he gave up and silenced her with a kiss.
"Not fair," she muttered after, but she was smiling ever so slightly. Stupid Percy.
I put a hand to my face. It stung like crap. "Ah..." I mumbled.
"Bianca's dead, Nico, freaking DEAD. I'm all you have now, and I have good news: you just lost me!" With that she ran off the ship and towards her cabin.
I stood shakily. To my horror, I felt tears rolling down my face.
"Nico," Piper said quietly. "It's okay, we-"
"No!" I screamed, turning on her. "It isn't okay!" Fast as Piper could get a person to give her money, I shadow traveled the heck out of there.
And where was I going?
Washington D.C., that's where!
I was standing in front of the Washington Monument when I arrived in DC. No sight of a Demigod girl anywhere, but then again, I was in freaking DC.
"Hey," said a voice from behind me.
I turned to see a girl around the age of fourteen coming out of the monument. She had long, light brown hair with purple streaks in a ponytail and blue eyes. She wore torn jeans and her green shirt was ripped in several places. Her arms were folded and she looked irriated none the less.
Even though I didn't know her, I managed to tick off the first woman I saw. Figures.
"Um, hi," I managed.
She marched up to me. "Well, I'm pissed," she muttered. "The securty guard kicked me out of the Monument. I hope they die."
"Um, okay..."
"Hey, you're like me, aren't you?" She asked, peering at me through her glaring eyes. "Only half mortal?"
"Uh-"
"Stop stammering and answer me."
"Yes, I am."
"What's your name, boy?" She asked again.
"Nico." Her eyes widened. "Nico DiAngelo."
"Holy crap," she muttered.
"What?"
"For ten days, I had dreams about the adventures of Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Piper McLean, Leo Valdez, Jason Grace, Thalia Grace, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, and a boy named Nico DiAngelo. The next day, I was told I'm a demigod by something that looked like a manticore, so I beat it with a stick until it left and have been wandering ever since. Are you telling me those weren't dreams?"
"Thay aren't dreams." I said.
"Ha! I knew it! Take that, Shannon!" She said, waving a fist in the air.
"Who's Shannon?" I asked.
"My friend who seriously doubted I was telling the truth," the girl said, grinning. Then she held out a slightly dirty hand. "I'm Abby Shian."
I shook it. "Nico DiAngelo."
"Now, lets get going to camp," Abby announced, putting her hands on her hips.
"Okay. Are you Greek or Roman?"
She frowned. "Can't you tell or something?"
"I'm a son of Hades, not a psychic."
She snorted. "Huh, I thought you'd be smarted. Well, come on, dead boy, that's just go to your camp then."
"Now I have a question for you," I said.
She paused. "Shoot."
"Which camp would that be?"
What did you think? Oh, and Abby, if you're out there, I based Abby Shian after you! (Though you can probably tell... hmmm...) Please R&R! I love you all!
-K
