Leo was...cool. Well, hot too. He just didn't want anyone messing with Calypso. Yeap, that's right, THE Calypso. you all know the story she was stuck on an island for centuries and all that. So obviously, she is a bit old fashioned...? Well, she is brilliant but the technology of the 21st century is sorcery compared to 700BC or whenever she was out from her island for the last time. Yes, Percy did tell her most things about the modern day but nothing like seeing them in person. Leo remembered all the bad things his mortal relatives had done and said to him and decided to be extra careful not to let the same thing happen to his girlfriend. If they even dare to say anything about Caly, the builder of Argo II mused silently as he looked at the ceiling of Bunker 9, where he and Calypso were currently residing. I'll toast them...for real.
Around the same time, a boy, born in mid to late 1930's, was stargazing on his cabin's roof. An Angel in deep thought. Family. A word so common and yet so foreign. That is what the Angel has always wanted. Family. Yet the sister died a protector. Family. And the mother died a victim. Family. His cousin. That brave hero, yet forever so oblivious, tried to show him the world still had colour. But then. Then the Angel fleed. Time passed. Heroes were made. Secrets were revealed. Suddenly, the Angel was back. Someone else tried to show him color. But this time he did it. The Angel saw no longer only black and white. He saw light, blond hair and blue eyes. Will. The Angel's boyfriend had a strong will. He helped him once again that very day. He calmed our Angel. Now the Angel feels ready. Ready to deal with the ignorant. Mortals. So oblivious to the real world. His relatives. Great grandchildren. He would explain. They would understand. After all, they were family... The family if Nico di Angelo
This Angel had another sister. Hazel. Her patron goddess, Hecate, was the goddess of magic. Hazel could use it. But she wouldn't have to do it for herself. She had no living mortal relatives. And that pained the dark-skinned, frizzy-haired Roman daughter of Pluto. Because of this world she had not enjoyed her time with her mother. And she wished for a family just like our Angel. And like the Angel she had found one. To him. To her friends. To her boyfriend.
Her boyfriend. A son of Mars. Praetor. Frank. His relatives were coming. Aunt and uncle. Cousins too. And she would support him. Help him. He would let her in. A through him she would get the mortal family experience she has always wanted.
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~Lyds