Disclaimer: My name is not Rick and my surname isn't Riordan ,so I don't own this.:)
No one's POV:
It was the end of the Giant war and the Camps were celebrating their victory. Everyone was bruised and battered but morale was high. Nico Di Angelo, Son of Hades, was watching these festivities but instead of joining, he turns around and walks to the beach.
There were 9 figures on the beach ,8 of them facing a girl with frizzy red hair.
"So…No more? This is it, Rachel?"a boy with unruly black hair says.
"Yes! You guys can finally relax!"Rachel exclaims, "No more Great Prophecies! Isn't this amazing, guys?"
Nico slowly emerges from the shadows, "I mean, yeah. It'll take some getting used to I suppose."
Everyone(except Jason(A/N:This is the Seven(and Calypso))) jumped when he spoke.
"You can stop looking surprised now, "Nico smirked, "Anyway, the Gods want us up on Olympus tomorrow, at 8:00 AM sharp, so you might want to get your beauty sleep."
Percy groaned, "What do they want now?"
"Seaweed Brain, don't make my mom hate you more than she already does."Annabeth scolded.
Percy grinned," But don't all of them hate me already? It wouldn't make a big difference if she stopped hating me."
"Shut up Seaweed Brain."
"OOKAYY! Let's not take this any further and let's just go."Leo intervenes.
"How did I get together with him again?"Calypso mutters to nobody in particular.
Everyone laughs and walks back to the cabins ,morale boosted and imagination working its butt off.
Let me tell you that the Fates were feeling particularly good that day but they had no control over what was to happen tomorrow.
Hellooooooooooooooooo, people!
I am Mega and this is actually my first story! Please review if you like it and I also welcome constructive criticism as it helps me build my writing skills!
I will try and update whenever I can and I hope you enjoy!