Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson.
Earlier that day...
Nico woke up alone in his cabin at camp half-blood. The green fire burning in the torches, gave his face an eerie glow.
He was dreaming about Bianca.
Again.
Even though he was accepted at camp, he felt alone. He was different from them in so many ways...
He didn't choose to be a son of Hades, he didn't ask to be stuck at that stupid casino for seventy years, he didn't want to have feelings for-
His sister was the only one who understood him, knew the real him and accepted him for what he was.
It was not fair! She didn't deserve to die!
Over a few days, a plan had been forming in his head. Maybe, now was the time to carry it out. Nico was well aware of the recent disturbances in the underworld, he understood the fragile state his father's realm was currently in. Death had gone missing. But he was not above of taking advantage of the situation.
His sister deserves a second chance at life, and he will ensure that she gets it. Besides, it won't harm anyone else, neither would anybody notice what he has done amid the chaos.
He slowly got up, and pulled over his black overcoat. Clutching his Stygian sword, he shadow-traveled to his father's castle in the underworld.
He headed towards Elysium, hoping to convince his sister to accompany him back to the mortal world. He scoured the place from top to bottom, but could not sense her anywhere. He realized belatedly that he was too late. Bianca had chosen to be reborn, and now, he has lost her forever.
He walked dejectedly, with no particular destination on his mind.
Fates were cruel. He wanted to skewer those three old ladies with their own knitting needles.
He found himself walking among the aimless, lost souls in the fields of Asphodel, surrounded by their mindless chatter.
Suddenly, something struck him with it's presence. A soul that remembers.
He went over to a black poplar tree, where an African-American girl of about thirteen was sitting. She had shoulder-length curly, cinnamon-colored hair.
Nico stared into her golden eyes and saw her entire life flash before his eyes.
She was Hazel Levesque, a daughter of Pluto. He saw how she was mistreated by her mother, by the other children due to her curse. He saw how she was forced by Gaea to move to Alaska and raise the giant Aclyoneus by calling forth precious metals. He saw how, in an attempt to thwart Gaea's plans, Hazel sacrificed her life. She gave up Elysium to save her mother, Marie, from eternal punishment.
It was convenient really, that Nico knew about the existence of Roman demigods, and their camp in San Francisco. He knew all about the gods' split personalities. It was only a few days before that Hades had explained everything to him and had made him swear on the river Styx, not to mention it to anyone until the right time. He had explained that the two camps had to be kept separated because of the rivalries. Nico still had a difficult time wrapping that idea around his head.
Otherwise, it would have come as a quite shocker for him to meet Hazel.
Hazel, who, like Bianca, had died well before her time.
"You're different," Nico said. "A child of Pluto. You remember your past."
"Yes," Hazel said. "And you're alive."
It was much too convenient to be a coincidence. Maybe, just maybe, her destiny was yet to be fulfilled. Maybe, she was meant to be resurrected.
Nico was contemplating whether to take her with him. After all, she was also his sister and certainly no less deserving than Bianca.
"I'm Nico di Angelo," he said. "I came looking for my sister. Death has gone missing, so I thought…I thought I could bring her back and no one would notice."
"Back to life?" Hazel asked. "Is that possible?"
Was that a glitter of hope in her eyes?
"It should have been." Nico sighed. "But she's gone. She chose to be reborn into a new life. I'm too late."
"I'm sorry."
He held out his hand. "You're my sister too. You deserve another chance. Come with me."
A\N: So, how is it? Constructive criticism is appreciated.