There are some perks to being a child of the Big Three gods. Percy, Thalia, Jason, Hazel, and Nico could all tell you that. For example, Percy can control aquatic animals, breathe underwater, and is basically an all round awesome dude. Thalia and Jason can control the wind (even though Thalia's afraid of heights) Hazel, Nico's long-lost sister, can make gold and precious gems just randomly appear, and she also has a wicked cool horse as a pet. And Nico? What can he do, you foolishly ask? Nico can raise spirits, shadow travel, and command armies of the undead.
Yeah, Nico knew there are some advantages to being a son of the god of the Underworld. But as he felt a fiery burning pain seize his mind and then travel over the rest of his body, making even the smallest movement agony, Nico cursed his parentage. He cursed it to high Hades.
When Nico woke up, he was lying in a cabin bed. He tried to sit up, but felt an hand on his shoulder, holding him back. He blinked rapidly, trying to regain his senses.
"Hazel?" he said blearily.
"Nico, be still. Drink this."
He felt a straw being placed against his lips, so he obediently opened his mouth and sipped, tasting ambrosia and nectar. For some reason, it always tasted like ice cream to him. Well, when he was little, his mother always used to take Bianca and him to the beach in the summer time. They'd get ice cream and sit by the Ferris Wheel. His mother, Maria, would always pretend she was too full to finish her ice cream and split it between the two children...
Nico shook his head to shake off the memory. As he did this, everything came sharply into focus. Nico finally got to look clearly at the person standing above him. It wasn't Hazel, as he'd assumed earlier. To his shock, it was Hestia, the Greek goddess of the hearth and home. She was in her form of a teenager, so Nico guessed that was how he'd confused her with Hazel.
" What in Zeus' name are you doing here, Hestia?" he asked, mouth hanging open.
"I thought gods had gone silent. That's what I was told, anyway."
Hestia smiled faintly and winked at him.
"You forget, dear one, that I am not a proper Olympian. Everyone forgets about me, even Gaea!"
"I'd never forget about you, Hestia." Nico said quietly.
She fondly brushed Nico's pitch black hair out of his eyes, and then said,
"No. You're the first demigod in millennia to actually stop and speak to me. I'm still grateful; it's hard to be on your own all the time."
Gods, did Nico know how that felt. He nodded mutely and then asked,
"Do you know what happened to me?"
The goddess pursed her lips and then said,
"Since you are both children of the Big Three, I believe that you and Percy Jackson are somehow connected. Also, you are the only person as far as I know that survived Tartarus. Since Percy is there now, I imagine that you can almost- feel what is happening to him. "
Hestia paused to let the boy process this. Nico laid back on his pillows and sighed. Something like this would happen to him. But- even though it resulted in his own pain, Nico understood that this could actually be a blessing in disguise. Because now they'd be able to keep tabs on Percy. Well, they'd be able to tell if he was alive or not. Nico just hoped that they both didn't die from this.
"Hestia?" he asked hesitantly, the question suddenly occurring to him.
"How are you here, exactly? I mean, you need fire right? And we're in the sky, above an ocean."
Hestia laughed softly, moved forward and touched Nico's chest, right above his heart.
"You have fire here, Nico. There's fight in you."
Nico nodded and then Hestia giggled,
"Your friend Leo probably helps."
"Can they see you?" He asked.
"No, only you."
"Why is that?"
"Because you were the only one to actually see me, Nico Di Angelo." she said as she disappeared.
Nico shut his eyes to avoid the light of her true godly form and then felt himself slip off into unconsciousness once more.
*You like the chapter? I hope I got Nico's POV right. i'm not sure if it was creepy enough...but at least he's kinda sarcastic, right? :D*