The boy stood in the entrance to the dining hall. His head was lowered, his wings spread behind him. His right hand rested on the sword at his hip. The other twisted the ring on his finger. The einharjar (?) could see a glint of metal from the claws protruding from his fingertips.
Alex leaned over. "Your cousin doesn't have wings. Or claws."
Magnus sighed.
The boy spoke, his head still lowered. His accent was strange, as if it were more than one, each layered on top of another, with the bottom the most prominent. "I need to know if you are their enemies."
The crowd was silent, then, "whose?" one of the Erik's asked.
"That depends. Who are your enemies?"
"No one, yet." That was Odin.
The boy chuckled softly. "I've heard of you. Letting them die in the streets, while collecting only a few dead souls as an army."
"A few?!" Odin was offended.
"I assume you have heard of the Ghost King."
"Minos. Of course."
"No. Not Minos." He raised his head. "Me."
Dun-Dun-Duuuuuhn-Line-Break-Hah-Hah-Hah-Made-You-LookOdin fainted. Literally fainted. Helgi quickly took control.
"How old are you? Sixteen? You'll be with this lot." He pointed to their table.
The boy eyed him warily. Then, seeming to reach a silent conclusion, he thanked him politely and walked over in the direction Helgi had pointed.
They were silent.
Then TJ said, "well, come on, we'd better head up to our rooms. Halfborn's probably back by now. Sam, you coming?"
She seemed to snap out of a daze. "No thanks. My grandparents are probably getting worried. Besides, I'm going out with Amir." She headed off.
Liney-Break-I'll-Describe-Nico's-Room-Next-It'll-Help-You-Know-How-I-Think-About-HimNico's main room was an arena and a weaponry. The walls were covered in axes, spears, javelins, spathas, gladius's, swords, daggers, knives, throwing knives, and metal-capped staffs, all celestial bronze or imperial gold. There were also a few bows and assorted arrows he recognized from Frank's miscellaneous quiver.
The kitchen was stocked with healing supplies. Ambrosia, nectar, that one hunter moon thing, unicorn draught, pomegranate seeds, and some mortal medicines. There were wooden sticks for splints and lots of bandages. There were rows of cots instead of a table or counter.
The bedroom had a bed that seemed to expect not to be used. Clothes were a few black t-shirts with skulls on them (all with slits in the back for his wings), black jeans, black combat boots, and his grandfather's aviator jacket. He took that down, grabbed his knife, and slashed two slits where he was fairly certain his wings would go.
He noticed another room and went in. This one had bars and ledges for him to practice his gymnastics, acrobatics, and martial arts (he learned them during his time training in the underworld).
AN: I'm considering having Magnus get kidnapped, what do you guys think? Thx for reading!