Nico watched the sun go down, like he did almost every day at Camp Half-Blood. The darkening sky looked beautiful with the mixture of red. How peaceful., he thought to himself. UNTIL…..

Suddenly, he could hear creaking above him. As he looked up, Nico saw a gold,mechanic dragon slowly landing on the ground next to him.

"What in the name of the gods?" Nico muttered. "That's Leo's dragon. But Leo is…"

The dragon landed with a thud. Four figures hopped off. But only three were standing. The other was being hauled off. The figure was limp, almost looking as if it had no life in it. Nico stared at dismay. The people were Annabeth, a girl with long, brown hair, Leo, and… could it be…

Percy.

Instinctively he ran towards them. Leo, who was supposed to be dead, was here, and Percy was dead. As Leo looked up with grief in his eyes, Nico grabbed his shirt.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" he yelled in fury. "YOU KILLED HIM!"

"Get off him!" the girl with brown hair shouted. "I made those clothes for him!"

Nico continued. "YOU MURDERER!" he looked at Annabeth. "WHAT have you done to him?"

He could hear hooves thundering against the ground. It was Chiron.

"Oh, gods, Percy…." he murmured. "We need to get him… treated."

"No, Chiron," Leo said. "He… Percy… is dead."

It felt like the whole world had fallen. Nico collapsed to his knees. No. It couldn't be. However much he tried to ignore it, Nico knew Percy was dead. He grabbed Leo's legs with both hands.

"NO!" his voice shook. "NO… Why… Why him…"

After the funeral, Nico went to the Hades cabin and allowed his tired body to sink into sleep. He knew what he would do. As he sighed, he gave way into dizzying darkness.

He opened his eyes. Darkness surrounded him. He took a deep breath, and said the name that echoed in his head over and over.

"P… Percy… Jackson."

Light flashed in front of his eyes. As he covered his eyes, he could hear a familiar voice.

"Hey, Nico."

Nico uncovered his eyes. In front of him, stood a ghostly Percy, with sadness in his eyes.

"You… You're…" Nico trembled.

"Yes, I'm dead. Get over it." Percy muttered.

"But… How?"

"I don't know. It just sort of happened." Percy looked really confused. "But I know who did it."

"Who? I'll get revenge."

"No, Nico. It was my brother, Tyson."

Nico stared in dismay. Tyson? The cyclops? Why would he…?

"But… Tyson's your brother!"

Percy stood in silence.

"You stupid… Why didn't you defend yourself? No, you couldn't have. Annabeth should've!" he hated her more than he had ever did. "It's all her fault! If she hadn't been so selfish-"

"Nico," Percy stopped him. "It wasn't her fault. She couldn't have done anything."

"But- But you can't just leave us to suffer! How about us? You're just leaving us? You're leaving me? You know I-" Nico took a deep breath. "liked you. And I still care."

"Nico, I'm sorry." Percy began to fade."Take care of Annabeth."

"No!" as he reached out his hand, he woke up from his dream, panting and sweating.

"I'll avenge you, Percy," Nico murmured. "Even if you don't want me to."