Nico Di Angelo was tired, and hungry. Seeds really weren't filling. The vision of Percy and Annabeth falling to their certain doom was still imprinted in his head. He, Son of Hades, had barely made it through still SANE, what was going to happen to the others?
Nico was also bored. What to do? He wasn't allowed out of his room unless someone was with him. He was better! Wasn't he? He stood up, only to topple over onto the extremely hard floor.
Nico, Nico. A voice as loud as a whole herd of elephants echoed through his head. You have been so, so silly. Why don't you come back to me? Maybe, just maybe, if you do, your friends will not be harmed, actually, they are about to be attacked. The woman giggled, a truly lulling giggle, Nico thought. His eyelids suddenly felt too heavy for his face. Oh, but how silly can I be? You cannot move. I have paralysed you. Another lulling giggle. My, my I have never before giggled in my eternity of a life, see what is happening, child? My true self is beginning to awaken; your friends and you must not be long.
I am waiting,
I am waiting,
Waiting for you, Nico Di Angelo.
Nico struggled to get up; he wanted to run from this voice.
My, my, child. The voice chided, your impatience is echoing through me, do stop, I will grant you movement again, for a price. You move, one of your friends in Tartarus will not- ever again. Remember that prophecy, I taught you it, did I not. 'Wisdom's daughter walks alone'. Remember? So, it's a deal, no?
Nico struggled to speak but couldn't find is voice. It was lost somewhere inside him.
Silence, you have made it so much easier, Nico Di Angelo. Let's just hope no monster finds him as he weakens- as she nears her death, but then again, that would be much more amusing, agreed?
Nico woke up, the lulling voice long since gone.
Wisdom's daughter walks alone.
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