They had been flying for ten hours straight Will called for a break. They landed at a small rundown motel in Washington DC. They set up a camp for the night. The Coach was out like a light. Will said he'd take first watch but Nico joined him because he couldn't sleep. They talked softly. Nico snuggled close to Will, not because he wanted to it was cold and Will insisted.
"Nico, I'm scared that I'll lose my abilities. What happens if you get hurt and I'm not able to heal you?"
"You think that I can't take care of myself? But if it will ease you, we will find your dad and restore everything before that happens. The sun always rises."
"Not always. Go to sleep Nico," He snapped.
Nico scowled, "Fine! Whatever, Will."
Nico stormed away to the sleeping bags.
Will looked up at the stars and counted them. '100 less than last night' he noted.
Will could feel his energy draining, usually he would be cheerful and smiling in the most stressful situations but now he couldn't stand five seconds of irritation.
Will knew that whatever was happening to his dad was dreadful. He had always had a strong link with his dad and now it was taking its toll on Will.
Will thought about the prophecy.
"Unless one with a heart becomes heartless." He muttered to himself.
He cast his eyes over to Nico and he felt his chest get heavy and butterflies swarm in his stomach. He wondered if the line of the prophecy was about them, maybe he would have to become heartless.
Will began to play with his hands out of nerves, swirling them around as if they were cutting through steam or mist. Will gasped as he formed the magic mist that covered the monsters and demigods from mortals. Will may have been losing his powers that he'd inherited from Apollo, but now Will had gained a new one.