Chapter 2: The Conflict of Peace

There was only one thing that Nico hated more than a nightmare, and no it was not people, but mornings. Not just mornings but morning mornings. The time of morning when the sun is barely in the sky. Not that he would notice, hence having dark curtains that covered every window, you know, to keep any natural light in. But even curtains can't block the loud camp trumpet horn that Chiron insists to blow every single day. It is a wonder how Nico lasted this long.

It's been about three months after the whole Gaea fiasco; the two camps fiasco; the Giants fiasco; the doors of death fiasco; and let's not forget Nico's favorite, the stuck in a fricken jar fiasco. Man that's embarrassing. He's glad half of the camp is finally gone for school and holidays because Nico could not take another day of being call "Jelly Boy" all afternoon. Why did I agree to tell that story?

Shaking the thought out of his head, Nico got up with a moan as he stretched his arms on both sides before completely getting out of his king sized bed. There was only two beds in the Hades Cabin, since there were only two currently two Hades kids; him and Hazel. Although, her bed was a normal twin bed like the other cabins have but only because she is resign at Camp Jupiter, the Roman Camp. She only comes and visits for a few days to catch up with things but quickly heads back to California. She is a very important person and teaches other demigods and attends meetings and such. Nico never understood the Roman way and probably never will. It seem to much work in his opinion. If he was a War-Hero like his sister, he would want a six month break from everything.

Still, he wished that Hazel could spend a little more time off. He wished everyone did. Frank is always busy with being praetor and Reyna has a whole camp to run and control; Percy and Annabeth were in or out of Camp, either here or there; Leo is 'dead'; Jason and Piper always are off on quests; even Will Solace is to busy. Well technically, Will went home to his mom and school, not sure when he will be back. All in all, Nico never thought he would feel this...lonely.

Sounds ridiculous, consider the fact that being alone is like breathing for him. It's part of life. But after spending three months in the Camp with his friends, he almost sorta forgot what the feeling felt like. As if things were finally going his way; normal for once.

No more grudges, no more lying, no more monsters, secrets, and ect.

Nico was able to surpass all that, by the end, he was at peace.

Which never lasted for demigods.

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Walking up towards the Dining Area, where few of the last campers were already seated and were eating, the son of Hades tried to recreate his dream from last night. Though all he could remember was being trap in this dark void, but what really frighten him, were the Satanic like whispers that flew in the windless air.

L'ultima reale sorgera con l'odio

Guardatevi il demone bianco che chima se stesso angelo

Lets just say, Nico wasn't a fan of either of the lines. He also couldn't help but realized how they were in Italian. Normally, demigods dreamed with Greek (or Latin) characteristics when they have their 'special' demigod nightmares. But not this one...it was Italian...but why? Unlike other demigods, Nico didn't really have that many nightmares; he could only recall two or three. Instead, Nico had the ability to control his dreams and also encounter others at demand. Also, nightmares were usually sent from gods as messages, but this was definitely not a god trying to communicate with him, and those whispers sounded too real to be something that he imagine himself.

Nico thought about contacting his Father about it, but decided against it. Hades was already concern about his Kingdom and the spirits. Last time Nico spoke to him, Hades told him that the spirits were acting up and seemed to go against the laws of Underworld, a rebellion it seem. Hades confirmed that after the doors were closed, and death no longer resurrecting, the spirits of Underworld have gone chaotic; desperate to leave again. Nico offered to come down and help, but his Father refused.

"You served enough for the Underworld." His father insisted, "you deserve a rest, my son." But Nico could see through the Lord's eyes: baggy like his, but were still full of life and tinted with red. He was a god after all, it'll take more than Underworld traffic to exhaust the lord. Still, his Father couldn't hide of being overwhelmed.

"You sure? It would be faster if I come down and tame the spirits." Nico protested.

The death lord let out a low chuckle. "Do not worry, this is nothing. This is preschool compared to the Black Plague."

After that, Hades had to end their message there. Leaving Nico disputing with himself to rather help his father or not. Though, having some peace was very nice to have for once. However, as predicted, that peace was short lived; after that nightmare. Nico wasn't one to jump to conclusions, but, he knew that something was not right.

Like the Underworld, Nico's peace was now in conflict.

tbc

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