Lately, Nico's thoughts seemed to often be on the subject of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase. "Percabeth", as Piper had nicknamed it.
The two of them...Nico had to admit they were meant to be. It was just the will of the Fates.
He'd come to accept that. Not just "Percabeth", but the will of the Fates.
Even if the Fates almost never failed to make his life worse. First, they took Bianca from him, and with it, his innocence. Recently, they had come close to taking his sanity. And they did enough messed up things to his life in between that if they all took shape, they would fill the jar in which Nico was sitting.
The thought reminded him of Pandora. He had always felt sorry for her. The gods created her to take revenge on Prometheus. She never had a will of her own. She just existed to serve a purpose that the Olympians put in place for her.
Nico wondered if that was how the gods saw all mortals, especially demigods. Not really there for any reason other than to do their bidding. Maybe that was why they always sent them on dangerous, sometimes suicidal quests to get back objects that were sacred to them. And maybe that was why they treated mortal deaths as no big deal. If a demigod died questing, they would sit on Mount Olympus and say, "Oh well. Send in the next guy."
Or maybe the gods only acted that way because it would drive them insane if they reacted to every death. There were lots of mortal deaths every day. If the gods wept for each one of them, they would never stop crying. Nico had seen for himself the countless souls in Asphodel. The tortured spirits in Punishment. He had learned to deal with it. Of course, it was still sad, to the point of depressing. But if he thought about the sadness of it every time he went to the Underworld, he could never accomplish whatever it was he came for.
There could be tens of thousands of reasons why gods act the way they do, Nico thought. And different gods might have different reasons. Maybe some act indifferently because they really are indifferent. Maybe some act maliciously because they really are malicious. Maybe some don't want to get emotionally attached, so they act indifferently or even maliciously towards mortals. I could go on and on, but it would be a waste of all this time, Nico thought.
Right. Back to using this thinking time effectively. If he escaped the jar (and it could go either way), what would he do when he got out?
He didn't know, but he prayed to Tyche for luck. Luck in escaping this godsdamned jar. Luck for the Seven in his quest. And luck for whatever part he has to play in this whole thing.
He might have prayed to the Fates if he didn't know how useless that was.
A/N: Hey guys! So, this fanfic will only have one more chapter. The idea is one chapter for every one day he was stuck in the jar, and I think he was stuck for 8 days. (If my math is wrong, feel free to correct me in the reviews).
Speaking of reviews:
a311243549: Thanks :). Yeah, I know my chapters are short. I am working on it. Expect longer chapters in future fanfictions!