This is an Author's note.
There's no chapter, though I hate to do this. I'm taking a break from everything for about a month so you have to wait until February until you get a new chapter. Apparently the crossover won't see the tenth chapter before my other stories gets updated.
This is a fairly long author's note so don't question me. Please read it.
I'm sorry, and before we move on, I have one thing to say:
Enjoy the chapter
NICO
Nico wasn't sure if he'd seen correctly.
Apparently he did not.
He did the only sensible thing – he turned and ran.
He turned and ran because he wanted to live, and was too young to die, and…
Nacho cheese.
Maybe he should go. The cheese was terrifying…
No.
He loved nacho cheese.
Many people thought he was an emo, but he wasn't. He loved a lot of things – you just had to be close to him.
You could ask Percy (but don't ask Hades. He doesn't care and he'll say, 'whatever').
He turned around and faced Cookie Monster with hate.
When he was little he used to watch Elmo and chose one enemy – Cookie Monster. Cookie Monster because the Monster could be under his bed and steal his cookie and eat it.
He and his cookies both hated cookie monsters.
He wasn't scared of Cookie Monster – he used to run around screaming for Cookie Monster to come out and show his terrified face.
He was scared of the thing next to Cookie Monster. He (apparently) did his studies and recognized him on sight.
No wonder Cookie Monster wasn't as hated as Nico hoped him to be. He simply had his sidekick buy the kids' hate so they didn't hate him.
Coach was too stunned to yell 'Die!' because he stammered instead, "Can you get me a better club?"
Nico was fascinated along with the rest of the crew. He watched as the person smiled, showing everything Nico did not have, wealth, happiness, and the scars of a loving family.
Were those bought?
No. A small voice in the inner side of Nico's brain peeped.
He was supposed to Nico's leader.
No, he was supposed to be Nico's hated person of the day.
"Κροῖσος." He spat.
"Ah, di Άντζελο." The man said, smiling as Nico's hatred grew.
"Oh, σπουδαίος Η πλούσια κάποιος," Nico snarled. "Why are you here?"
"I come with a generous offer!" He exclaimed. "All of you would like that, κανείς?"
All anyone could manage was nod.
"Blargh, bah rah!" Cookie Monster sputtered in agreement.
Nico couldn't blame any of the seven; the man was dressed in an attractive clothes but it seemed to him that it was calling out, I am a rich player! I am spoiled and have everything I want!
He had a circle-thingy of leaves tied together encircling his head. He had a golden staff topped with a fire-shaped thing except it seemed perfectly straight. His silk robes covered his whole body so well Nico could barely make out that he had some lump of expensive shoes on his feet.
This was the person who had destroyed his life. A salted tear traced down his face, stinging his cheeks as it made progress to the wood of the Argo|| before it hung connected only to his wrinkled chin, before it plummeted to the wood below in where it sunk into the wood and made it wet.
