Nico's ugly hair brought misery everywhere it went. The dark curls shot out death to all passers. Flowers wilted as the irish jig played on. A lone camper walked past.

"What the-?" He collapsed at the sight of Nico's hair and died.

Annabeth trampled his body, trying to get to her true love, Percy Jackson. Nico decided to leave Annabeth to Percy. He faced her.

"I should check on Jason," he said.

"Alright," she responded. "But come find me as soon as you can."

With that, they headed separate ways. When he got to the infirmary, he found Jason sitting on a bench with bandages on his nose.

"Hey, Nico!" he said.

Nico noticed that Jason had a dazed look in his eyes. A boy walked by.

"What's wrong with Jason?" asked Nico.

"Oh. Jason is a very weak person. Everybody thinks he's cool, but he's kinda a

wimp. He doesn't really know what he's saying," the boy said.

Jason was looking up at he sky. He turned his attention back to Nico.

"Nico, buddy. Did ya make me gumbo? It's my favorite food you know."

"Uh. No. No, I didn't," Nico said.

Jason started chuckling.

"Nico. Nico. I know your secret. Your true love."

"Jason, you can't tell anyone about that. You don't know what your saying. What are you even doing? You should be resting," Nico explained.

Jason scoffed. He looked like he had just been slapped.

"I'll tell you what I'm doing. I'm gettin my jag on with a cup of seafood gumbo."

Nico realized that there was no use talking to Jason right then. He danced away to find Percy and Annabeth, leaving Jason sitting on the bench.

Nico found Turd and Annabeth kneeling at Percy's side on the dining pavilion steps. His face looked sweaty like frozen meatloaf.

"Nico!" Annabeth cried. "Turn off your jig!"

Nico shook his head. Annabeth knew nothing when it came to the founding stones of life.

Nico knew that nothing could save Percy. The poison gurgling through Percy's thick veins was none other than the Jig Poison. If this poison reaches your feet, you turn into a jig master. Turd seemed to know this too. Tears ran down his face like Troy Bolton running to to make a basket. Nico suddenly noticed that the tears weren't signs of sadness. They were happy tears.

"TURD! This was your doing? How could you?" Nico exclaimed.

"I'm surprised you didn't notice it before. Despite your powerful hair, you can't stop the poison from reaching his feet. And I think you know what happens then." Turd said.

Turd then laughed maniacally and shimmered into into a pile of unwanted cat vomit. Annabeth looked at me desperately. Nico just hung his head in silence. His hands soon slapped against his ears as a fat voice boomed throughout the horizons.

"Take the boy to the waters edge. There you will find a chunk of meat that represents the spirit of poison. It will lead you the way to the cure for your friend." the voice said.

All was silent. Annabeth quickly dried her tears.

"We must find this so called chunk of meat. If it means saving Percy's life." she said.

Thus began the journey of a lifetime.