I just stood there with a deer in the head lights look. I probably looked like a shit my pants too.
"What does that mean?" I asked dumbfounded.
"Talk to Nico about it. We need to return to Olympus," Poseidon finished then placed a kiss on my forehead. Apollo patted my shoulder and gave me a small smile. Then with a bright flash, they were gone. After about a minute of staring at my new necklaces, I heard a noise in the bushes. I immediately pulled on my trident and bow necklace. I but the bow on my back and held my trident in my hand.
I then got a good look at the trident. It had a silver blade at the tip, and had a big opal stone in the middle. It was brightly multicolored. In one light it was blue, in another it was green, or purple. On the two outer blades was two smaller stones, identical to the center one. The handle was silver too, it shinned in the moonlight.
"Nice trident and bow. Mind putting them down?" A sarcastic voice came through the bushes.
"Nico?"
"Nah, it's the freaking ginger bread man! Put that thing down!"
"Just come out of the bushes,"
"Hades no! I ain't giving you a target!" At that I just put the trident down. Then he slowly stepped out of the bushes.
"So you want to make small talk? Or you want answers?" he asked.
"Answers,"
"The queen thing, I can answer that now,"
"Then answer it!"
"I'm the King of Ghosts. Meaning that I have control over them and can command an army of them in like a battle or something. Meaning that you can most likely create any storm and fry someone's sorry ass with lighting," he said smirking. I just nodded my head.
"Anything else? You seemed to understand everything else,"
"A couple questions. I wanted to ask them earlier, but couldn't. Why does everyone have bronze weapons, other than my trident and your sword?"
"Celestial bronze, stygain iron, imperial gold, and what ever your trident is made out of, are the only things that can kill monsters. Celestial bronze is what Greek weapons are made from. Imperial gold is what Roman weapons are made from. And stygain iron is what my weapons are made from,"
"O, special are we?"
"It's made in the underworld. It can pull a soul out of a body,"he said with a creepy smile on his face. My eyes widened at this, thus making him laugh.
"Why did you roll your eyes when I bowed to Mr.D?"
"He's a jerk. Nothing more to it,"
"Why don't you talk a lot?"
"Why don't you?"
"Because I have to reason to,"
"Well there you go,"
"You're irritating. You know that?"
"Clearly," he said taking a step closer to me.
"Why are you so distant?"
"Why are you?" he questioned taking another step near me.
"I asked you first,"
"Real mature," he asked stepping closer again. At this point my mind was flashing warning signs. I mean, he was stepping closer to me, we were in a forest, at night...
"Why'd you run?" he whispered.
"I panicked, simple as that. I mean wouldn't you?"
"I guess. I have a question,"
"Then ask,"
"You got a boyfriend?"
"No, why?"
"So I can do this," I was about to ask what he meant, but then he pushed his pale cold lips, to my pink warm ones.