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Summary: Will never expected to be leading a quest to find the spirit of Delphi. But things happen, no matter if you want them or not. Now, Will is leading Lou Ellen, Cecil, and Nico (who insisted on coming) into the unknown dangers. But how can they succeed when one of them is foretold of their death?

Pairings: Solangelo, platonic Loucil

Warnings: Language, minor suggestive themes later, BoO spoilers, violence.


As Will dejectedly ate his breakfast in the dining pavilion, he decided he was not looking forward to his quest.

No matter how subtle they tried to be, he knew many of the other campers would be talking about him in hushed voices, glancing at him as if he wouldn't notice. He scowled and stabbed his fork into his pancakes. "Damn Apollo," he muttered. He jumped as someone pushed Kayla out of her seat, sliding in next to Will. Cecil grinned at him as Kayla whacked him in the head and moved to a different seat. "Waffles are superior. Why are you murdering your breakfast?" he greeted. Will frowned. "I'm imagining this pancake is my father, and the syrup is the lifeblood drained out of him and pooling around his corpse," Will took a grumpy bite. "His delicious corpse," he huffed.

Cecil snorted in amusement. "Rude. Sounds like demented poetry. Romeo, oh Romeo, thou molestation hath me captivated," he singsonged, and Will let his head fall in defeat and hit the table. He really appreciated his friend's attempt to cheer him up, but it just wasn't working. He was stressed out, and he knew how bad stress could be for his mind and body.

His thoughts wandered to who he might choose for the quest. It was a spirit they were after, so the obvious choice would be Nico and all his underworld-ey powers. But the son of Hades was still weaker than others from the war. He almost faded for a while, and Will wasn't sure he wanted to push him just yet. Not to mention the thought of being alone with just Nico and another camper made his heart thump, which was selfish. If he could complete this quest with Nico, then he shouldn't let his personal feelings get in the way. But there were more reasons than that, he assured himself. He was weak, and it was best for his health.

The next two were obvious and very perfect. Lou Ellen and Cecil. His two closest friends. Lou Ellen would be perfect for this. Her skills with the mist would be super helpful, in addition to her sharp, observant eyes and pig-balls. Those things were awesome. Lou Ellen was also a fellow girl, so she might be able to communicate with the spirit better. Or maybe Will was grasping at straws because he really needed her support on this quest. Maybe both. Cecil was also perfect. A child of Hermes. The guy had screwed up a huge weapon so subtly it hadn't been noticed. He was mischivous and sneaky. He could steal your pants and you wouldn't even notice. He also could think so outside of the box, Will wasn't sure it was allowed.

They were the right choices. I'm sure of it. Lucky for the Seven, they got a break. It'd suck if they had to go on another quest. Everyone was convinced that Percy would snap if a god so much as glanced at him. But this was a job that Will had to do. Restore his father's immoratality, the spirit of Delphi, and peace in Olympus. Cake.

"...and I'm also writing a teen vampire romance novel starring you as the lead male's left sock," Cecil was saying. Will blinked in confusion. "What?" he wrinkled his nose. Cecil beamed. "You've waken from your dreamland! Eureka!" he grinned. Will couldn't help but smile, despite his troubles. "That word doesn't work there," he pointed out. Cecil dismissively waved a hand. "Eh, fine. So, any plan for the quest?" he asked. Will sighed.

"Not yet. There's someone I need to speak to first."


"Wait, you're going on a quest to find a spirit, and you're not taking me?"

Will averted his blue eyes from the dark gaze. He was sitting uncomfortably on the couch in the Hades cabin across from the son of Hades. He'd dreaded telling Nico this. The other demigod had a point, but as mentioned earlier, Will couldn't risk bringing him along. He felt a bit selfish because part of it was not wanting to face the strange tension he felt around Nico. But he wasn't lying to himself when he said he was concerned about his health. Those werewolf marks still refused to heal, he noted as his eyes spotted his scarred biceps.

"Um, yeah, kind of," Will muttered. He could feel the waves of darkness radiating from Nico. That was one of the things he wasn't sure about Nico for. He had a temper. He could be scary.

"What do you need to know?" Nico huffed. Will looked hopefully at Nico. He was calmly gazing back at Will, with his messy raven hair being slightly buffeted by the fan in his room (which was so weird, it was getting cold). Will tried not to get too distracted by the dramatic, stupid fan. But it was hard considering how much Nico had changed. His pale skin was slowly turning an olive color again, he was getting stronger, and his face wasn't as gaunt. The lines under his eyes were mostly gone.

Will flushed at his wandering thoughts and shook his head before speaking. "Do you have any leads to where the spirit might be?" He questioned. Nico sighed and shrugged. "Like I said, she'd want to stay away from the Underworld entrances, so that only leaves half the world. I'll make you a list of where not to go," he paused and thought, chewing his lip.

"And spirits often go somewhere they're connected to. A shrine to her? Her home? Where the Oracle was cursed by my father? There are many places," he continued. Will nodded grimly. "That's a start," he said optimistically. "I have an idea of where to start," Nico smiled an ominous thin smile. "There's one more place where the spirit of Delphi might have visited," he prompted at Will's silence.

Will furrowed his blonde brows in thought, rubbing his chin. Then his blue eyes opened rather comically wide. "Oh!" He snapped his fingers in victory. He beamed at Nico. "I got it!" He smiled bashfully. He couldn't help it, he loved guessing games. Nico rolled his eyes in amusement. "Kill two birds with one stone. You need to go visit Camp Jupiter to see Ella and Rachel, but you should see the new Auger, whomever it may be," he shrugged again.

Will nodded. "Thank you, Nico. It's a huge help," the blonde stuck out a hand for a high five. Nico didn't comply. "Now, why aren't you bringing me?" He asked. Damn it! I thought I'd gotten past that without having to explain. And will he turn OFF that damn dramatic fan?

"Oh, uh, I...," Will stammered. He tried to catch the right words out of the alphabet soup that was his thoughts. "Well, you're still recovering from the war. You need more time than anyone. You're still weak-" he broke off, instantly knowing he made a mistake. Nico's face hardened. "Weak?" He inquired softly. Will shook his head. "That's not what I meant. I just mean that you're not strong. Wait! That's even worse! Damn it!" Will cursed at his own stupidity.

Nico stood up while glaring at him. "I'll show you what weak is, Solace. Go get ready for your stupid quest," he ordered, looking away. Will slowly got up and trudged to the door, he felt cool air touch his face as he opened the door. Will groaned in frustration. "Why are you so prideful?! There's no shame in being hurt, you know! Leave it to you to be ashamed of your own mortality!" He couldn't stop the angry exclamations. Nico looked away and silently pointed out. Before Will exited, Nico spoke one more phrase of advice to him. "Will," he called. The son of Apollo froze hopefully, hoping forgiveness wasn't out of the picture. "Yeah?" He responded.

"Try not to die." SLAM!

Will sadly stared at the door. That went well.