Chapter 3: Childhood

Summary: Nico Di Angelo is not a child.

Um, well. Yeah. This idea just sort of...happened. I remembered him burning his Mythomagic cards in the Battle of the Labyrinth, and I decided to do a drabble on that, based off the prompt 'burn'. Thank you guys for your reviews! I know this story isn't that great, because I'm not that great at writing Percy Jackson and you really don't know about this dude. He's...well...you just don't know him very well, know what I mean?

R & R if you want, if you don't, thanks just for reading. xD


Nico stood over the blazing fire, his sword clutched loosely in his hand. A piece of dark hair fell into his eyes as he picked up another trading card and tossed it into the fire. It brought him a strange sort of pleasure, but also a kind of sadness to watch his Mythomagic cards burn.

But they were one of the things that tied him to his childhood, and as far as he was concerned, he didn't have a childhood anymore.

Nico should not be a child anymore, not when his sister was dead. But the only way he knew to destroy his childhood was to burn the last thing he had from it, the stupid little trading cards he would never need again.

He pulled his sword closer to him, clutching it almost as if it were a teddy bear. He held his sword close, and pulled his aviator jacket tight around him.

His aviator jacket was his security blanket, and his sword was his stuffed animal. These items alone would keep the child of Hades safer than either a silly stuffed bear or a blanket.

Nico stood alone over the crackling, blazing fire, and threw another card in to satisfy the hungry flames, and they licked the card happily, until they would get their next share.

Nico Di Angelo stood alone, watching his childhood burn.