A.N. hey hey! I know all of you didn't know that Atrum was gonna do that, but neither did I! I just knew that once I wrote him, I fell in love with him! So I had to write him better! Hope you enjoy this! we're having a little bit of both worlds in this one, Niccaria and Adanca moments! yay!
Disclaimer: Hello sir. I would just like to inform you that today will be my last day. And that you I don't own Percy Jackson.
The Moon's Blade Cuts Deep
Adonis didn't exactly know what to do. This was the system. Bianca would point them in a direction and the horses would take to the sky, but Bianca wouldn't come. She can't really touch the horses. She'd just meet them when they landed. After a while, they would land, and Bianca would point in another direction, and the cycle would continue. It was only the second day! Sometimes, they would get lost, and would have to turn around. Sometimes, things would attack them. Adonis and Bianca would be bench warmers as Percy and Annabeth took one for the team.
He didn't mind it as much as Viscaria. Sure, while it was happening, he wished he could help. But he wasn't half blood, so he couldn't. Him and Viscaria are half-brother and sister.
They were setting up camp. It was getting tense.
"Are we close?" Adonis asked.
"Not really. I might have to go back to it, just to make sure we are going in the right direction." Bianca said. Still, she stared off into the distance, except this time it was at the moon.
"Ah." Adonis started to get his cards. Whenever he would start to miss Viscaria, he would look at his cards. That always made him feel better.
"Wanna play a card game?" he asked. Cards were his game. They also calmed him, made things not seem as bad.
Annabeth must have noticed that in his eyes. "Sure. What shall we play? I only know a few."
"Hmmm. Poker? Rummy? No, no, gin is better." He could have gone on and on just naming games to play.
"How about gin? I can do that one." Percy said. He went to there make-shift table. A tree stump.
He was about to deal when he remembered. "Um…Bianca? Would you like to play?" he asked. She tore her gaze from the moon to them. She looked right at Adonis.
"No thank you. I can't play." Back to the moon.
All of a sudden it was really important to him that she played. He became desperate for her to play. "Sure you can. It's a simple game. All you do is-"
"No, I mean I can't touch the cards." The night sky seemed to darken for Adonis. The sliver of moon in the sky was the only light, though the fire grew great flames. Adonis didn't know what was wrong with him.
"Oh yeah. I forgot." but he didn't.
He dealt the cards, and the only words muttered by anyone the rest of the night was 'Gin.'
Nico heard a scream. He jolted up from his napping position, and scanned to room for her. "Viscaria? Are you alright? What happened? Are you dead?" of course she wasn't. But Nico was still asleep, so he couldn't help the words tumbling out.
"No no no no!" She breathed out fast. He looked around and caught a glimpse of her eyes. They were excited. Not the 'I've gone crazy!' excited. The 'Christmas morning!' kind.
"What is it then?" He rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
She gestured for him to come down. Once he touched the ground, she grabbed his hand and led him to a corner of a room. She spread her arms to it, displaying it.
"It's a…corner." he didn't quite know what to do here…
"No! Look at the ground!" he did, and saw the ground.
"Oh now I see. Um…the ground changed color. Great." Maybe she has gone crazy. But then Nico examined the change in color, and realized it was dirt.
The whole room was made out of steel and iron, and here was some dirt. He followed the trail of dirt, and found that in the corner, there was a patch of dirt. Not a big patch.
But big enough to have a flower grow.
"See? I can grow flowers now!" and she looked so happy. Nico smiled at the dirt. If she could find the light in the darkness by just a patch of dirt, then it wouldn't be too strange to say that her smile made the room blinding to him.
Then he caught another color on the floor. It was deep red, like rubies. Like blood.
He grabbed her hand fast as lightening. "You hurt yourself?" he was suddenly very angry. Why did she hurt herself so she could grow a flower? But he wasn't mad for long. She has been through enough. They both have. If a little blood and dirt was the price to pay for making yourself happy, then it was a price worth paying.
"Yeah. There was a crack. I picked it." she withdrew her hand and put her bloody fingers in her mouth.
"Let me see. Don't want infection." he was still kinda mad, but not really. "They're fine." He stared back up at her. She didn't take her hand back.
And he didn't give it back. Instead, he brought her fingers to his lips. Slowly. Viscaria's breathing sped. Quickly.
He kissed her wounded fingers. Softly. Angel kisses.
Percy and Annabeth went to bed. Bianca stared at the moon. Adonis looked at Bianca.
It was she who talked first. "Viscaria is your sister?" she sounded different.
He nodded. She didn't see. "Yes."
"Nico loves her."
"Yes. I know. A lot."
"Really? I knew he did. I knew it! The way he looks at her…"
Adonis hadn't really heard Bianca talk with such passion. He rarely heard her talk, and when she did, she seemed restrained. Matured. Like she was already an adult. Like she was a hunter.
This was the first time he had seen her actually look and act her own age. She got this way talking about her brother. It made Adonis happy. Why? Who knows. Maybe because she looked so sad before. Now she looked normal.
He smiled. "Yeah. I hear he gave her flowers."
"No!" she gasped. She seemed so happy, so shocked. So full of life.
Adonis half smiled. "Yeah. He gave her all the flowers that meant 'I love you.'"
"Lie! You lie! Nico wouldn't do that." She folded her arms and mock glared at him. He even saw a ghost of a smile on her lips. Ha. Ghost. No pun intended.
Adonis smiled wider. "It's true. He even went out and picked them himself because he knew that Viscaria hates fakes flowers."
Her eyes widened, and she laughed a little. "No way! That doesn't sound like Nico!" she shook her head in amazement.
Adonis fully grinned now. "Yup. Then, later, he gave her a flower that means 'Will you dance with me?' and he knew that it meant that! And he danced with her!" He was careful not to mention anything about death. It might ruin her good mood.
Bianca laughed. "No boy would ever do that! Not even one as crazy as Nico. You have to be lying!"
He laughed too. "I'm not! Viscaria told me!"
Bianca froze. Then she slowly went back to the moon. All good humor gone. "You ok?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yeah."
He didn't need to be a mind reader to know that she wanted to be alone. "Goodnight, Bianca." he whispered. He was sad. What did he say to make her go back to the living dead?
Bianca always found that the moon was like a gateway. A gateway to her old life. The one where she was still alive, and had just joined the hunters. The hunters always reminded her of the moon.
Looking at it was like looking into the would-be future. She could see herself living, being a hunter. Next to Zoe. Next to Artemis. To all the hunters. She was filled with sadness. And indecision. If she had not died, the visions in her moon would be true. But other things wouldn't have happened.
Like all the things that had happened to Mount Olympus wouldn't have happened. It's like the butterfly effect. But that stuff was important to the gods. To the half bloods.
What was important to Bianca? Nico. And hearing how much he had changed, well, she just couldn't find it in herself to wish that that didn't happen.
If she were still alive, she had a feeling that Nico wouldn't have met Viscaria. That would not be good. He never would've given her her flowers.
And if Nico hadn't met Viscaria, then they wouldn't be at that prison, and Bianca wouldn't be going to their rescue. With Percy. And Annabeth. And Adonis.
Adonis. She wouldn't have met Adonis.
She wasn't with the hunters long enough to rid her mind of the thoughts of boys. She was close, but not close enough.
And if she hadn't met Adonis, she wouldn't be having these thoughts. It's because of him that she is both glad and not glad that she is dead.
Glad because of the afore mentioned reasons with Nico.
Not glad because she can have feelings for a boy, but she can't do anything about them. She can just have her feelings.
Invisible tears fell down her cheeks. It hurt being dead.
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Adonis didn't like that Bianca could be closed off so easily. He wanted her to be laid back, wanted her to be a normal teenager, wanted her to be happy to talk about her brother.
But she closes off too fast. He was just lucky enough to see her smile and hear her laugh before she folded in on herself again.
They would be occupying his soul for the remainder of his dreams.
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