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I'm back at school, so I'm afraid I'll be posting a little slow. Hopefully I should still be able to post a chapter once a week.

Quote of the Day: "Let us find the dam snack bar," Zoe said."We should eat while we can." Grover cracked a smile. "The dam snack bar?"- The Titan's Curse

I don't own The Kane Chronicles or Percy Jackson.

Darkness filled the already eerie atmosphere. Yet it was calming for him to sit there; in the peace and quiet. He wasn't one for talking. To be honest, he only talked when necessary and even then he didn't really enjoy it. So he decided that it was best to stay alone rather than suffer the pain of making useless small talk. And what better place to isolate himself from the world around him than in a graveyard. A New Orleans graveyard to be exact; his favourite.

He didn't like being disturbed from his peace; it was the only time for him to think. Although, not socialising with anyone didn't give him much to think about. But had responsibilities, he told himself, he wasn't a total waste of space. A shrill noise echoed across the yard; disrupting his thoughts. He was used to crying; it was the natural thing for mortals to do when they remembered their deceased loved ones, but this cry had not been from a mourner, it was worse than that. It was a baby. What he hated more than the smallest talk was the desperate cry from an insolent brat.

Flicking his mess of long, black hair out of his face, he reluctantly jumped off the crumbling tombstone that he had previously perched on. A couple of tombstones away a dark haired figure was holding on what seemed to be the source of his annoyance. Without thinking, he approached them, ready to tell the figure a piece of his mind. But as he got closer, he realised it was a young man, who looked unnervingly similar to himself. He even felt like his own presence. He felt less angry at the man; he knew how he felt, however, why this man was cradling a baby girl in his arms, he didn't know. In a way, it ruined his dark, solitary look.

Not knowing how to act towards this man, as he wasn't the most sociable of people, he sat on the tombstone opposite him. The man hadn't noticed him yet; instead he pulled out a pink milk bottle and poured a drop on his hand. Deciding that the milk was cool enough; he placed the bottle in the baby's mouth and the graveyard went back to its silent ways. On the gravestone opposite, the boy seemed fascinating, but confused at the man's actions.

"Why did you pour milk on your hand?" The boy said, breaking the awkward silence.

The young man, who had not known that the boy had been observing him, became startled as he looked around for the voice who had addressed him.

"Checking the temperature of the milk, why?" The man said; his eyes now on the asker of the question.

He didn't know why, but he felt like he knew the boy. He recognised him from somewhere, was he a TV star? A TV star probably wouldn't hang around in graveyards. But he was certain that he had seen the boy before, but where he had seen him, he couldn't put his finger on it. Maybe it was the fact that the boy reminded him of himself when he was younger.

"Just wondering," The boy replied, feeling rather dumb about asking a question with such an obvious answer.

Silence filled the graveyard once more. Both of them had trouble trying to make conversation; making small talk was neither of their strong points. It was clear that both of them were introverts. The baby had finished her milk and was satisfied as she sat quietly in the young man's arms.

"Is she yours?" The boy asked another question.

"No," The man sighed; as if wishing she was, "My cousin's."

The boy nodded.

"Just out of interest," The boy started, "Why did you bring a baby to a graveyard?"

"I needed some breathing space," The man admitted, "It's much more peaceful in a graveyard than anywhere else."

"I know," The boy agreed, "The living is too restless, mind you, the dead can be too."

The boy hadn't realised that what he had just said was probably weird, possibly a slight disturbing, for a mortal to say. But he wasn't a mortal. The man had been staring at the boy, rattling his memory, trying to recognise him.

"I know who you are," The man suddenly said, pointing his finger at him.

The boy shifted uncomfortably, if a mortal had found out his identity, maybe he was making it too obvious.

"You're Anubis," He scowled, jumping off the gravestone he had sat on.

"And you are?" Anubis questioned; a little nervous. It was usually enemies who knew his identity without being told.

"Don't you remember?" The man asked, slowly walking to the stone Anubis was sitting on, "You tried to kill me."

"What did you mean he tried to killed himself?" Sadie questioned; getting worried at what was to happen to Nico.

"No time to waste," Annabeth exclaimed, ignoring Sadie's question.

"Where do we look?" Carter thought aloud.

"Let's try camp," Percy suggested, "He's bound to be in his cabin."

"Come on then guys," Annabeth smiled, drying her tears, "Let's take the car."

Four of them hastily headed towards the door, whereas Bast sat on the sofa, licking her hand. Sadie turned around to face her.

"Bast, are you coming?" She questioned, a bit annoyed at the fact that Bast didn't like Nico.

Bast just turned away, pretending not to hear Sadie.

"Are you coming or not?" Sadie asked again.

"Only if I drive," She replied.

Carter and Sadie exchanged nervous looks; Bast's driving wasn't the most comfortable of rides. Percy seemed willing to give up his role to drive and sat squashed in the back of the car with Carter and Annabeth. Somehow, Sadie had managed to sit in the much roomier passenger seat, despite the others complaints.

The ride was both nauseating and exhilarating, and the demi-gods loved every second of it. Bast had the car going way past the legal speed limit and she only turned at the last second, just before they could crash. This feeling of almost dying was the most excitement any of them had had in ages.

"Do you know where to go?" Sadie managed to ask without feeling sick once she opened her mouth.

"Of course I do," Bast smiled, "I'm a god."

Annabeth gasped slightly for she was shocked to be sitting in the same car as an Egyptian god; she knew she was an Egyptian god as she had never heard of a Greek god called Bast. She was surprised at how Bast treated them, seeing as they were all demi-gods. Maybe they shouldn't have trusted her to drive them to camp; she might take them somewhere else. But just as Annabeth had thought this; they were parked at the bottom of Half-Blood Hill.

Once they had clambered out of the car, they made their way up the hill; Sadie leading the way. As they passed the magical barriers, Annabeth wondered how Bast could go through the borders without needing permission. Maybe it was because the Egyptians and the Greeks avoided each other at all costs, the camp borders didn't need to put defences against the Egyptians.

It was odd for Sadie and Carter to be back at camp; a place that they had both left and forgotten years ago. Nothing much had changed, just the odd movement of the climbing wall or the fact that the place was buzzing with demi-gods. Camp was full; there were more than one hundred campers from what they guessed.

Not wanting to waste any time; Sadie headed towards the cabin made with black obsidian walls, whilst the others went to inform Chiron of what had happened. It was becoming dark and visible were two lanterns burned a green fire at either side of the black, stone door. She knocked it and as she did all her memories came flooding back; the first time she'd shadow travelled with Nico, landing on his bed, when she had bunked in his cabin for a night, when she kissed him. Her face felt hot at her last thought. No one had answered the door, so she swung it open.

It was empty. Nico wasn't there. Sadie sat herself on the unmade bed, her head in her hands. Where could he have gone? She decided not to dwell in the pain of staying in his empty cabin and started to search the rest of the camp. He wasn't sword-fighting or practicing his archery, nor was he attempting to survive the obstacles of the climbing wall. She checked by Zeus' Fist and she checked around the cabins until she stopped her search and sat down at one of the benches in the mess hall.

"Are you alright?" A kind voice came from behind her.

Sadie turned to see a red-headed woman, wearing paint stained jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. The woman came to sit next to Sadie.

"I'm alright," Sadie smiled at her; she just wanted to be alone.

"Really?" The woman asked, "Your face says one thing; your eyes say another."

Sadie recognised the woman; she'd had seen her the last time she was at camp.

"Seriously, I'm fine," Sadie lied.

"I'm Rachel," The woman held out her hand, "And I'm guessing you're Sadie."

Rachel must've remembered Sadie just as she had remembered her.

"I know about Nico," Rachel said, "He'll be fine."

"Percy said that he almost killed himself!" Sadie pointed out.

Rachel stood up.

"Come on," She gestured for Sadie to follow, "I want to show you something."

Rachel walked out of the mess hall and made for the beach. Sadie followed behind; what was she going to show her? Did she know where Nico is? Water glistened on the horizon; Sadie admired its beauty, but not for too long as Rachel was speeding off ahead. In the distance, Sadie saw a cave, draped with purple curtains. Rachel walked inside it and told Sadie to hurry up. Sadie comprehended the fact that of a curtained cave and followed Rachel inside. The inside of the cave was nothing like Sadie had imagined it. It was very spacious for a start; the walls of the cave were filled with paintings. A luscious red carpet covered the floor, it matched Rachel's hair. Rachel sat on her bed whilst Sadie observed her paintings.

There was one of a familiar scene; five figures stood, weapons ready, on the beach, glancing at a giant squid. It was when the Kraken had attacked. Another painting was of a familiar looking blue eyed girl with a symbol of a sun above her head. It was the time she had been claimed. In fact, most of the paintings were of events that had happened.

The painting that caught Sadie's eye was a picture of a boy with a mess of long hair, who looked unnaturally calm. She recognised at once who it was at once. It was twelve year old Nico. Even though he looked so calm, a frustrated look stained his face. He was sitting in his cabin, which was messy as usual. She didn't know why, but she knew that this painting was important. She was about to ask Rachel a question when Rachel said,

"When Percy said he almost killed himself," Rachel walked closer to the picture, "He didn't try anything violent."

"But why?" Sadie asked, her voice trembling, "Why did he want to kill himself?"

"It was a distressing time for him," Rachel explained as she sat back on her bed, "He was distraught when you left and soon after he was diagnosed with some mental disorder."

Being told that he was diagnosed with a mental disorder made Sadie frown.

"So what is he doing in this picture?" Sadie questioned.

"He's releasing his soul to the Underworld," Rachel sniffed, "If I hadn't dreamt about it, he would have succeeded in killing himself peacefully."

Rachel looked pretty shook up about what she had said, as did Sadie. Sadie was shocked that Nico had been through so much, yet when she had met him earlier today, he looked as though he had no troubles. Rachel was now sketching on a pad of paper. Sadie continued to look at the paintings. She saw a small one a shiny black ring, with a purple diamond on it. A wedding ring; probably Annabeth's.

Realising how tired she was; she was about to say good-bye to Rachel when another painting sprung out her. It was a dark painting; the scene was in a graveyard. A figure of a young man cradling a baby perched on a gravestone. Nico! It was Nico and Angie! Of all the places to take a baby, Nico chose a graveyard, so typical of him. Sadie forgot to thank Rachel and ran out of the cave to tell the others about Nico's whereabouts, only to find that they had gone to bed. She'd just have to wait for tomorrow.

Sun had set and most of the campers were asleep. Sadie was about to go to the Apollo cabin when she looked over to the empty Hades' cabin. She entered it and started looking around. It was in this very cabin, this very bed which she was sitting on where Nico had tried to cut his soul loose, as she had heard Anubis use the same phrase before. It was a terrifying thought and Sadie was worried about Nico's general wellbeing.

She took her combat boots off and curled up on the unmade bed; eventually falling asleep.

Nico: Why are making me an emo?

Me: Because you act like one-

Nico: *Death glare*

Me: -Sometimes

Nico: *Death glare*

Me: Stop it! Do you want to find out what happens to you?

Nico: Yeah!

Me: Then don't kill me!

Nico: I wasn't gonna kill you, you idiot!

Me: *Death glare*

Nico: Nah... Doesn't work for you.

Me: *Ignoring Nico* Anyway, Please review!