Ahem so I haven't updated in a few months? Haha, time really flies... Okay, okay, sorry. Have more BrOTP.
Have a great day and thanks for sticking through the irritating uncalled for pauses.
*finger-guns*
Fez.
Nico di Angelo looked blanking into the fire in front of him. He didn't know where he was, he missed his sister, and he really wished he hadn't run away from the camp. But Percy was still there and for all his good looks and charm, Nico hated him.
He had killed his sister. He had /promised/ to keep her safe, when he knew how much Nico loved her, depended on her.
He choked back a sob and stood up suddenly, the fire blurring with his tears. He felt in his pockets for the MythOMagic cards he knew were there.
Gods, they were so childish. Nico felt his face twist in disgust at himself and the game he had spent so long loving and collecting. He grabbed a handful and tossed them onto the fire, gulping down breaths full of smoky air.
He kicked at a few stray cards that had taken out and saw his Poseidon card was half burnt. He pushed it back into the now roaring fire, his eyes burning.
No wonder Bianca left him to go with the Hunters. He was pathetic.
Suddenly exhausted he sank back down onto his log, clutching the Hades figure. This would be the only one he would keep. He wouldn't throw away something Bianca had gotten him.
He fell asleep in the forest, somewhere he would never learn the name of, hugging the figure, while his childhood happiness burnt.
Four years later.
"Nico, be careful!" Reyna called warningly, slicing first the left arm and then the right arm off a dracnae, which poofed into dust. Reyna stepped back to avoid being covered in it and stabbed another monster behind her without looking.
Nico heeded her call, spinning around and cutting the legs off the monster that had crept up on him.
Nico looked around at Reyna, his eyes widening. He recognised the monster she was stabbing, from a small, pixelated square on the cards he had collected years before.
"A cyclops!" he said excitedly, his childish side coming out. "It has three hundred attack points!"
Reyna looked at him, in complete disappointment as she stabbed it. She recognised the statement from their hundreds of Myth-o-Magic games.
"Not the time Nico." she said, but gave him a smile, not wanting to crush his happiness. He was only fourteen.
Nico cleared his throat and stabbed another one in the throat. "It's very powerful?"