For your convenience I'll be providing which character from the Percy Jackson series is playing which Merlin character, hopefully you won't be lost on who is who. All other characters are from the Merlin T.V. show. I own nothing but the plot, all rights go to Rick Riordan and the whoever did the Merlin T.V. show since I don't personally know.

R&R ~NicoDiAngeloLover7

Nico di Angelo - Merlin

Perseus Jackson - Arthur

Poseidon - Uther

Hestia - Gaius

Annabeth - Morgana

Piper - Guinevere

The long winding road through the forest seemed to flow on and on ahead of him, the darkness of the night slowly closing in as the sun began to set. As it began to lower behind the horizon, its gentle warmth slipped from the small traveler that walked the beaten path. A stranger's hood hanging limply over his face, the cape clung around the hidden body as he walked at a quicker pace. Even the stranger knew what lurked in the darkness of these woods, and though he was not afraid, he did not want to be caught out here alone.

When the sun's light completely faded before the trees began to clear, the stranger removed his hand from underneath the black, beaten cloak and whispered words that only the wind could hear. A fire bloomed in his hands like a flower, the green petals licking at his fingers. There was no heat however, and so the stranger started to run, holding out his hand as a guiding light.

Soon this stranger found himself at the outskirts of a castle, the gates closed up for the night. Quickly, he snuffed out his flame and stayed to the shadows, looking for another way through the stone walls. Then, as if by sheer luck, the gates began to open. He approached cautiously and suddenly four riders galloped out past him, almost knocking him down.

"Hey!" the stranger shouted at the horsemen's backs. "Watch where you're going!"

The horsemen abruptly stopped and turned back his way. A horseman tilted his head to the right and then the rider trotted back over with a sheepish look on his face which the castle's torches illuminated. He looked down at the cloaked stranger with brilliant sea green and blue eyes.

"My apologies, weary traveler!" the man exclaimed, looking down from his stallion. "I swear, if I had seen you, I wouldn't have almost run you over!" The man laughed heartily before leaning onto his horse's mane and getting a little more eye level with the stranger. "Tell me, good man, what is your name? Why do you hide in the shadows?"

The stranger, now a little miffed at the man's tone, growled up at him, "I'd just arrived when you and your band of merry fools almost ran me over, thank you very much!"

The man frowned, dismounting and standing just a foot taller than the stranger. "Have some respect for the Prince of Camelot, stranger."

"Oh, my apologies!" the stranger spat sarcastically, refusing to be intimidated. "I thought you were only a simple prick with shallow friends coming back from the tavern you were kicked out of."

"How dare you disrespect Prince Percy!" one of the other knights hollered, drawing his sword. "I will-"

"Calm down, young knight." Percy said waving his hand to dismiss the knight's ire. "He is simply a dumb bloke with no manners. There is no need to threaten him."

Percy turned back to the cloaked stranger, his smile turned to a hard line now. "But I would like to know who insults me so."

The stranger pulls back his hood, dark eyes sinking into a white pale face, black hair falling in raven waves around his face and down to about his shoulders. The man smirked, making the Prince's heart skip a little underneath his frown. "I am Nico, and I seek the healer, Hestia."

"What business do you request with our healer... Nico?" Percy tested out the stranger's name as his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Nico chose his words carefully even though he almost gave a clue about himself away. "I am a family friend of Au- Hestia which reminds me, she's expecting me, so thanks or no thanks for almost killing me." And with that, Nico marched through the gates, leaving Percy there in bewilderment.

Nico fumed as he thought of that arrogant asshole at the gate, unable to believe that he'd just met the Prince of Camelot. That royal brat was the exact opposite of what everyone was told back home about the royal family. Huffing, as he strolled through the city till he heard a horn which he followed to a scaffold with a young man. He looked up to a balcony above the crowd to where a man who looked like a King was speaking, though the only words that his brain processed were magic and penalty of death. It clicked in his mind at the sight of the axe, and when the man's head was lowered, he almost choked as he realized how serious this kingdom took magic-users. He couldn't tear his gaze away till after the axe fell and suddenly he felt sick to his stomach.

Shaking his head, as he moved through the crowd to find where his aunt lived and, going from memory of his visit here years ago, made his way through the castle until he saw the correct room straight ahead. He took a deep breath before pushing the door open and was met with the sight an older woman intensely focused on a book laid down on a table.

Nico shuffled nervously in the doorway; it's been a few years since he's seen her. Though Hestia was still fairly young, she was still the best healer in any land. Finally he made a loud cough to attract her attention which was successful when she jumped in surprise, sharply glancing in Nico's direction. Her frown changed into a full grin when she saw him. She walked over to Nico and grasped him into a hug which made him jerk back in surprise, since he was unaccustomed to physical contact.

When he didn't immediately return her hug, she pulled back and gave him a sharp look "Now, Nico, is that any way to greet your aunt?" Nico bit his lip, not sure what he should say; he had a feeling she was only joking but it was difficult to tell with Hestia. "How many years has it been?" Her stern look broke into a cheerful smile. Nico's guilt turned into relief when she smiled and knew she wasn't as mad as his step mother would have been under the same circumstance.

He scowled as he said, "That's wasn't very charitable, Aunt Hestia."

She shrugged. "You needed to loosen up for once. All your responsibilities… Take a break from all that, and don't you dare argue with me, young man!" Nico quickly closed his mouth which he had opened to argue and just huffed since it was better than outright admitting she was right.

"Now," Hestia continued, recapturing his attention, "Since you're here go ahead and get settled in that room to the far right and through the door." She pointed to the door she meant. "You can help deliver these potions for me later. Try not to get into any trouble, am I clear?" Hestia voice was sharp at the end which caused Nico roll his eyes as he made his way to the room she'd indicated.

There wasn't really anything special about the room; it had a bed directly in front of him and a cupboard against the wall on his left for his clothes. He laid his pack on the bed and went over to the closed window, opening it and watching the city of Camelot start to wake up. Nico's eyes grew heavy; the city was about the same as his home city. He left the window cracked open and made his way to the bed where he passed out the instant he hit the fabric.

Sometime later, the sun peaked through the window and hit him straight in the face. Nico raised a hand to cover his eyes, rolled over, and proceeded to fall off the bed. Groaning from the sudden impact, he nonetheless pushed himself off the floor and looked over to his Aunt Hestia smirking at him.

"Now that you're up and done lying on the floor," she said lightly, "you need to get dressed and deliver some draughts." Nico groaned and Hestia left, smirk firmly intact, as he threw on some clothes from his pack and slowly made his way to the main room. Hestia was leaning over the table with a vial and little bottle in her hands. "I know this is all new to you, Nico, but you'll have to adapt quickly. This bottle is for Lady Percival and this vial is for Sir Olwin. Deliver them and then return. Make sure you stay out of trouble." Nico took the medicine from her and started to leave. "Oh, and Nico?" Hestia called after him. Nico glanced back to see her holding out a sandwich He walked back, muttered a thanks, and promptly exited the room.

Nico looked all around as he made his way through the castle, trying to remember from years previous where he needed to go. He dug his hands into his pockets, frustrated. And… something was in his pocket. He pulled out a thick piece of parchment. Nico, it read, I wasn't expecting you to remember where to go, and, knowing you, you would never ask for directions. So, here you go. Directions. Nico half smiled at the note as he glanced over the directions and set off to find Lady Percival.

After Nico finished his deliveries, and was on his way back to Hestia, his attention was caught by the activities on the training field. Nico stopped to watch as this boy held up a target, running back and forth with it, while the Royal Prince of Camelot himself threw knives at the target. Nico's eyes widened at the sight; he'd never seen such treatment of any servant before. He clenches his fists and his eyes narrowed in fury. The target slipped out the boy's grip and rolled over to him, where he stopped it with his foot. He lost his temper at the approaching Prince. "I think that's quite enough! You could have easily killed him! People like you disgust me!"

Percy's smirk faded into a scowl. "Who do you think you are to address me as such? Wait a minute. You look familiar."

Nico scoffed. "Well, I should, since you nearly trampled me this morning. Ring a bell in that tiny brain of yours?"

"You better watch yourself or you'll find yourself thrown in the dungeon," Percy growled.

"Oh, really? It's not like I tried to strike you. I'm just stating the facts. Not everyone you meet is going to kneel at your feet. You are the most self-arrogant prat I have even met." Nico glared up at the Prince of Camelot. Percy looked at him in shock, his eyes wide, surprised that anyone would have the nerve to talk to him like that. When Nico didn't get a response, he turned and stormed off. Percy stared after him, his eyes traveling from the short hair flowing at his shoulders down his back to his lower back. He stopped when he reached Nico's arse and let out a breath, without even realizing he'd been holding it.

That arse was...

Percy shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thought in seconds. He was not thinking about that, not even entertaining that idea. But he admitted inwardly, that ass was sexy.

What is wrong with me? he groaned. The prince started back into the castle and ran his gloved hands through his hair in frustration.

Nico cursed under his breath as he walked inside to where Hestia was residing. Her head jerked up when hearing the slam of the door. "I know that look. What happened?" she asked upon seeing the look on her nephew's face.

Nico clenched his jaw. "It's nothing."

Hestia rested one hand on her hip. "I know you better than that, Nico. Tell me."

He threw his hands up in the air and began to pace. "That Prince Perseus gets on my damn nerves. He was throwing knives at a servant! He's such a pompous prat!"

Hestia chuckled before she became firm. "Nico, he's also the Prince of Camelot. You may not like it but you're going to have to deal with it. I imagine he threatened to have you thrown in the dungeon."

Nico had his mouth open to protest before he shut it and then nodded. "I'm fully aware of the laws here, Aunt Hestia. I didn't threaten him or strike him; I just simply… pointed out some facts."

Hestia smirked. "And by pointing out a few facts, I imagine you mean that you called him as a… what did you say? A pompous prat? "

"He deserved it," Nico said with a shrug. "Someone had to straighten out his thinking that he's so mighty and powerful."

"Maybe so, but be wary, Nico. I don't want to have to retrieve you from the dungeon. You only just got here yesterday."

"Yes, Aunt Hestia." Nico kissed her on the cheek before he went to his room.

Just as he fell asleep, he heard a voice inside his head, calling his name. Niccolo, Niccolo.

He remembered nothing in the morning.

Nico was wandering about Camelot and came about the stocks which held the same boy who'd been target practice for Prince Perseus.

"Did the prince send you here?" he asked, walking over to the servant.

The servant nodded minutely.

Nico narrowed his eyes. "Why? You didn't do anything wrong."

"Prince Perseus was furious about the way you'd spoken to him. So I got fired."

Nico breathed deeply to calm himself before he did something stupid like going straight to the Prince himself and making him wish Nico had only insulted him. He directed his attention back at the ex-servant. "I apologize for making you lose your job, but I couldn't let that prince treat you like that."

The servant smiled. "It's not every day you get to witness the Prince of Camelot shown his place.

"It was about time that Percy was shown his behavior wasn't acceptable," added a new voice. Nico glanced over and saw a young lady with short brunette hair that fell to her shoulders with a simple green dress with a red cape over it.

"My lady." He bowed his head.

The woman smiled softly. "Oh no, I'm only Lady Annabeth's maid, Piper."

Nico returned her smile. "I'm Nico. You may not have a title but every woman deserves to be treated with respect. That is the law from where I'm from."

She raised her eyebrows. "I've never heard of a kingdom with that law. Where are you from?"

Nico bit his lip. "You wouldn't have heard of it; it's far away. I passed Ealdor along the way here. I used to live there."

"What you said to Percy was very brave of you," Piper said.

"Not really," Nico brushed her off. "I just can't stand people who look down on others. It goes against everything I've been taught, and I won't tolerate it. It's degrading." Piper's face scrunched up in confusion; Nico almost talked like he was royalty. That wasn't possible; she brushed the thought away,

"No one has ever spoken to Percy like that before. You surprised him. Though it's good you that walked away. You wouldn't have been able to beat him."

Nico raised an eyebrow. "I think I could take on Percy."

"I mean, Percy is one of those tough, saving the world kind of people who's been training all his life," Piper corrected herself. "And you don't look like that."

"Looks can be deceiving. But thanks, I guess."

"No, I'm sure you're stronger than you seem. Usually appearance is a strong factor of… what you can handle."

"In some cases, it can be," he conceded with a wince. "Though I could easily be in disguise and you'd never know," Nico added with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood.

Piper smiled. "I'm sure. It was nice meeting you, but I have to get back to Annabeth."

"Likewise," Nico said, and she waved goodbye before walking away. He turned his attention back to the servant boy. "Sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you. I must go though, since Hestia will be wondering where I am."

The boy nodded, resigned to his fate in the stocks, and Nico left for Hestia's home.

When Nico walked in, he saw Hestia preparing dinner. "I saw the servant boy in the stocks. Percy fired him. I met Piper." Hestia turned around as her nephew sat down at the table.

"You're lucky you're not in the stocks yourself," she admonished him and set a bowl of soup in front of him. He dug in eagerly. "Piper is very kind-hearted. Perhaps you'll become friends. Though I doubt you fancy her or any female."

Nico nearly choked. "Hestia!"

Hestia grinned, not ashamed in the slightest. "Oh Nico, don't even try to lie. Did you really think that you could hide that from me?" Nico grumbled under his breath about evil aunts. "You didn't deny it, Nico," Hestia pointed out.

Nico rolled his eyes. "Why would I even try? It's not like it would make any difference."

"Now you're learning, my dear nephew. Now eat up. When you're finished, you need to take a potion to Lady Helen. She's going to be singing at the celebrations later tonight."

Nico quickly finished his soup and grabbed the vial from the table. He navigated his way through the castle to the royal guest chambers. He remembered Lady Helen quite well; she had visited his true home and had sung beautifully. She had been quite the conversationalist. He hurried up the stairs to her room, knocked, and entered, eager to see his old friend. His attention was immediately drawn to a book lying on a desk. Why would Lady Helen have a magic book? Especially since she didn't know magic, and magic was persecuted harshly in Camelot. Something strange was going on. He set the vial beside the book and he exited her room, only to find Lady Helen walking towards him

"My lady," Nico bowed his head. She wore an elegant dark violet dress, and her black hair was draped around her shoulders. She stopped a foot in front of Nico. "Who are you? Why were you in my room?" This confused Nico greatly; didn't Lady Helen recognize him? They'd been friends for many years.

"I'm Nico," he introduced himself. "Hestia sent me to deliver a potion to you. It's on the desk in your room. I apologize for any inconvenience." Nico dipped his head slightly before he walked past her Lady Helen hadn't shown any recognition at his name and stored his worries aside to deal with later.

Nico was halfway back to Hestia's when a familiar voice stopped him. "Well, if it isn't Hestia's little helper?" Nico flipped Percy off without turning around and continued on. "So what? Are you afraid of me now?" Percy called after him, smirk practically audible.

Nico stopped dead in his tracks and slowly faced Percy, demanding, "What did you just say!?"

Percy's smirk grew. "You heard me."

Nico clenched his teeth in an effort to not strangle Prince Percy where he stood. "Why would I be scared of you? You're nothing to me. Titles mean nothing, actions do. Do the kingdom a favor and grow the hell up."

Nico barely blinked before he felt the cold steel kiss against the warmth of his neck; the Prince's blade laid just a breath away from drawing blood. Nico didn't even flinch as Percy's sea-blue eyes became a cold and grey ocean storm. All he did was smirk.

"How dare you," Percy growled, his knuckles white from holding the hilt so tightly. "I am your Prince!"

"So, what?" Nico taunted, not even trying to move away. "Are you going to kill me?" Nico let out a bitter, humorless laugh.

Percy ground his teeth his blade dug into Nico's skin, drawing a little blood. "You have no right to speak to me like this, Nico. I'd suggest you shut your mouth while you still can."

"Oh, go ahead. Kill me, you royal prat," Nico spat. "Be the arsehole everyone knows you are."

Percy glared furiously at Nico before his grip on his sword slacked ever so slightly that it made a small slice, pouring a single trail of blood down into Nico's shirt. His eyes widened briefly before they narrowed. He drew back the blade and sheathed it.

"I'm not like what you label me," Percy stated firmly before he turned and walked away.

Nico watched the Prince walk away and lifted a hand up to the cut on his throat.

Nico jerked awake when he heard his name being called, causing him to fall onto the floor. When he sat up and rubbed his forehead, he heard it again. Niccolo. Niccolo. Nico got to his feet and slowly walked out of his room. He glanced at his Aunt Hestia who was sleeping peacefully on a cot in the corner. Then he was gone, following a feeling, until he found steps which led him down to a cracked-open gate. The path led him deeper underground. No guards were anywhere in sight. Nico finally stopped when he reached a ledge and glanced around him. It was a large cavern. Suddenly, he heard wing beats and a dark bronze dragon with bright golden eyes appeared before him, landing on a rock mass in front of the ledge.

"Hello, Kilgharrah," Nico said. "It's been quite a while, old friend."

"It has been many years, young warlock. Are you aware of the prophecy?"

Nico's eyes crinkled. "Prophecy?"

"I told you long ago that we would meet again. You have a great destiny. Perseus is the once and future king who will unite the land Albion. He has many enemies, friend and foe alike. But without you, this will never come to pass."

"There's no way that's true! I've seen the way that Prince acts. He's more likely to be the Once and Future Prat."

"It was written centuries ago. Maybe your destiny is also to change him into the King he's destined to be."

Nico thought about the way Percy had acted earlier and snorted. "You're getting old, Kilgharrah. He is not the Once and Future King." He shook his head. "Look, I can't stay long or else Hestia might notice I've gone. Farewell."

You can't escape destiny, Niccolo, Kilgharrah's voice echoed in his mind.

Hestia entered Nico's room to find him passed out on the bed, fast asleep. A smile graced her features as she decided to wake him up. Moving to the bed's left side, she jerked the sheet from under him, which knocked him onto the floor with a groan.

He peeking an eye open and let out another groan. "Hestia, did you really have to do that?"

She shrugged. "I could have dumped ice, cold water on you."

Nico jumped to his feet, aghast. "You wouldn't dare!"

"I would and I will. Now get dressed, because I need you to take a sleeping draught to Annabeth. It's on the table."

Once Hestia left, he rolled his eyes and got dressed. "Might as well get it over with," Nico muttered to himself, exiting his room and grabbing an orange vial and a sandwich off the table before he went to go find the Lady Annabeth.

It didn't take Nico long to reach Lady Annabeth's chambers. Nico remembered Annabeth fairly well. He'd always gotten along with her, but that was many years ago.

He walked in when Annabeth was saying, "I've been thinking about Perseus and I wouldn't touch him with a lance pole. Hold up that dress, will you, Piper?"

Nico glanced around but didn't see Piper, so he answered, "I sympathize with you, Lady Annabeth. I would not dare either." Annabeth spun around and spotted Nico immediately.

He quickly bowed his head. "I apologize, my Lady. I didn't mean to intrude."

Annabeth smiled. "No need to apologize. You're that fellow that stood up to Percy the other day, weren't you?"

Nico smirked at the memory. "I couldn't stand by and watch a person being mistreated. I had to do something."

"You are very wise for your age," Lady Annabeth remarked. "You remind me of an old friend of mine. You have my respect."

"Thank you, and now I'll leave you be, my Lady. Here is your sleep potion, courtesy of Hestia," Nico smiled as he brushed her statement aside and held out the potion.

"If I may ask, what is your name? Are you going to the celebration this evening?" Annabeth asked, taking the potion.

"Yes, Hestia wants me to go," he answered.

"I have something for you. I'd noticed a certain someone glancing at you," Annabeth said, stopping him before he left. She went over to her closet and pulled out a satin blue shirt and a brown jacket. "Here." Annabeth tossed them to him. "Your black trousers are fine but this shirt will bring out your eyes. Keep the top two buttons undone. Your hair should be fine."

"Thank you," he said, admiring the shirt. "And my name's Nico. Farewell, Lady Annabeth."

When Nico left her chambers, he passed Piper. "Morning, Piper."

"Morning, Nico," she replied and entered her Lady's room.

"Oh good, you're back. Get ready for the celebration and then we need to leave. Hurry up," Hestia said to Nico as he walked through the door.

Nico sighed as he went to his room. What had Annabeth meant by someone glancing at him? He threw on the clothes given by Lady Annabeth and accompanied Hestia to the main hall. The first person that caught Nico's eye in the whole entire room was the Prince who was talking with his fellow knights. He and Hestia wandered through the party, with Hestia introducing him as her new assistant. Nico couldn't keep his eyes off Percy. A little while later, Lady Annabeth and Piper came in, though he didn't pay them too much attention till Piper walked over.

"Doesn't she look beautiful?" she commented. "Some people are born to rule." Nico shrugged and clenched his teeth at her last statement; it reminded him that he should not be here in Camelot.

"Guess so," he managed to say.

"Not that I would want to be her; who would want to marry Percy?" Piper continued.

"Someone who probably doesn't have any common sense," Nico laughed so he didn't see the prince staring intently at him. "Or someone really desperate."

"Cold, Nico." Piper laughed. "Cold."

As the two servants spoke and laughed, Percy stared at them from across the room. The servant, no... Nico. Nico looked amazing. With his hair slicked back and out of his dazzling dark almost black eyes the prince could see the deep purple circles under his eyes that blemished his perfect ivory features. The dark richness of the blue shirt brought out the paleness of his skin, giving him a more unearthly glow about him which Percy couldn't help but stare at. If only Nico wore blue more often instead of all black, he looked amazing. But something in him told him something was up when he saw Nico flush a little over what Piper had said, and his eyes narrowed slightly as his lips pursed,

"Ye alright, Prince Percy?" One of the noblemen asked, sipping from his wine as he fallowed his gaze. "Staring at a pretty lass, too bad she seems to be with that fellow."

"They're together?" Percy asked, his eyebrow rising lightly.

"I don't know, but it looks that way from here."

Percy felt something in his chest clench up and he started having trouble breathing. What was this feeling? He had never- The horn playing cut his thoughts out, and as he sat in his chair beside his father did his eyes snapped back to Nico.

Lady Helen started to sing after the King sat down. Immediately he knew something was wrong; this woman was not Lady Helen. That was not her voice, and everyone was falling asleep. He narrowed his eyes and quickly covered his ears. What is going on here, he thought. Cobwebs began to form. When the fake Lady Helen unsheathed a dagger, Nico only had one choice. He did what he'd promised he never do in Camelot: use magic. His chocolate brown eyes flashed bright gold as the chain for the chandelier snapped and fell on top of the fake Lady Helen, who turned into an old crone. Everyone started to come awake, brushing off the cobwebs and murmuring to each other in confusion. The witch suddenly raised her head and threw the dagger at the Prince before collapsing, finally dead.

Nico didn't even hesitate. He slowed down time, allowing him to run the few feet to Percy and pull him out of the dagger's path as his spell broke. Percy landed hard on Nico's chest, throwing all the air out his lungs.

"Can't breathe," Nico choked out. Percy's cheeks turned slightly pink as he stood in an instant and held out a hand for Nico. He ignored the hand and breathed deeply.

"You saved my son's life," King Poseidon spoke suddenly. Nico jumped in surprise; he hadn't noticed the King approach.

He bowed his head in respect. "I did what was right, Sir."

"A debt must be repaid in return," the King insisted.

"There's no need, Sir-"

"Don't be modest," Poseidon cut Nico off, who wanted to continue protesting. The King's mind was set. "You shall be given a position in the royal household of Camelot as the personal manservant of my son, Prince Perseus." With that, King Poseidon walked away, ignoring his and Percy's looks of disbelief. Percy and Nico glanced at each other, scowled simultaneously, and looked away. What just happened? they asked themselves.

"My little nephew is a hero," Hestia commented as soon as Nico strolled through the door.

"What?" he responded.

She ignored him. "And I thought I'd never get the chance to see you perform magic."

"What!?" Nico denied, inwardly panicking. How did she know? "How much wine did you drink tonight? I have no idea what you're talking about." Nico chewed his lip harshly; he had blown it. Now he was going to be sentenced to death, all for saving the Prince's life. Talk about irony.

"Nico, I've known you've had that gift for years; your parents told me. Your secret is safe with me. You're family."

Nico glared. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"It was your secret to share, nephew. And this is mine to share. Now I know you've never had to study magic, since it comes naturally for you." Hestia picked up a dusty brown book sealed with two metal clasps off the table and handed it to him. "I had this in my youth, and now it's passed on to you. An old relic of my younger days. Maybe you will learn something from it."

Nico stared down at the book, hardly able to believe his eyes. "A book of magic? There's no way for me to repay you. Thank you."

Hestia looked grim. "There's a loose floorboard in your room; hide the book under it. You can repay me by keeping your head attached to your neck."

He nodded and went his room to begin reading the book. Suddenly someone called Nico's name. "Nico, Prince Perseus requests your presence in his royal chambers!"

Smiling, Nico hid the book and left his room. "I best go then, my destiny is calling." Maybe serving Percy wouldn't be too bad.

Hestia laid a hand on Nico shoulder. "Good luck."