Sup kiddos. My brother is annoying me. Is it normal to hate someone even if their family and you've been through lots together and their only a bit older than you? Because if not, we are veeery screwed. For god's sake, he chucked me in a bog hole (a big deep muddy hole) on my birthday for fun. Like I said, we're veeery screwed.

Nico walked down the bright green fields of Elysium. The sun was bright but not hot. There was a cool breeze, ruffling the forget-me-nots in the lush grass. Wisps of cloud flew across the sky. It was beautiful.

God he hated it.

People were stretched out on the grass, groups of them, huddled talking about the boy in the black, striding as if a great weight hung on his shoulders, even if he was in the happiest place in the Underworld. His black jacket whipped around his black-clad legs.

As he approached a small group, a boy scrambled to his feet, a smile breaking out on his face.

He ran up to Nico, his eye-patch lifting from his grin.

"Nico!" he cried and stepped back looking down at his friend. Nico let a small smile out on his face,

"Ethan, how are you?" Ethan dropped the smile and put a snobby look, "Very good, Nico, and yourself?" he replied formally. Nico smiled bigger. Ethan was okay.

"So, why ya here? Not that I don't like you here, but…" Ethan smiled, Nico dug in one of his pockets, in his jacket. It was too hot for it, but he didn't really want to take it off.

"Right, you remember Chris, and Clarisse?" he said, as he tried to find his phone. Ethan nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah, well they got together, I started this Ice Bucket Challenge thing and someone nominated Clarisse, who nominated Chris who nominated you." Ethan blinked for a moment.

Finally, Nico found his phone. He unlocked it and opened up his Facebook. He had wifi because he carried a mini hotspot around in one of his other pockets. He showed Chris' video to Ethan who laughed when Travis crept up behind Chris, a finger on his lips then pushed the bucket over his head.

Whilst Ethan was watching it, Nico looked around at the other people clustered on the hill side, he saw Pollux (I cant remember which twin died so I'm going with Pollux) sitting with Michael Yew, the Apollo kid, Will's brother… okay, change of subject.

He noted Silena and Beckendorf sitting in each other's arms, staring up to the sky and talking softly. He would tell Clarisse when he got back. He wasn't scared of the heavy-built Ares child, no one messed with Death's son.

He lost himself, looking out over the deceased campers and demigods, ones he didn't know but were obvious; the grey eyes of an Athena child, the up-turned nose of a Hermes, the noticeable beauty of an Aphrodite kid. They must have died on the way to camp, he'd forgotten he had been a special case, he had a group of deadly Hunters and trained demi-gods to escort him. Not that their 'friendship' had been any help to Bianca. He frowned, no; he had forgiven them for that. He couldn't hold grudges. Not anymore. Or maybe they had died on quests. Nico didn't know.

He was broken from his thoughts by Ethan pushing his phone back in his hands. "They remembered," he heard the younger boy mutter and smiled sadly.

"So, I have to do it now?" he asked. Nico nodded, pretending he hadn't heard anything, if he had died and his friends remembered to include him in a silly challenge, he would be pretty damned touched.

"Yup, um, dad? Nope Hades said he would 'provide' the resources." At that moment, buckets rained out of the sky in a heavy hail and landed the right way up. A few seconds later, water poured down, filling each bucket with icy water. Ethan leaned over the bucket and whistled, looking up.

"Your dad is a drinks machine!" he said in awe. Nico opened his moth to protest, as another long spout of water suddenly spurted down, catching Ethan right in the face.

"Muff," he coughed. Nico shrugged, "Do not insult Death," he informed him. Ethan sent him a look but, wisely, didn't say anything.

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"Right, so if you do it now, I can video it and upload it on my Face book, 'kay?" explained Nico. Ethan nodded and picked up a bucket. The other dead campers crowed round, laughing and joking, just as they had done when they were alive.

Nico steadied his hand and held up his phone. "Three, two, one, and go," he counted down.

Ethan smiled into the camera,

"Hey, its me, Ethan… um some of you remember me, I was in… Luke's army. Sorry." He made a face trailing off. He lowered the bucket slightly, his eyes haunted. He looked at Nico, who only nodded and smiled encouragingly. 'You can do it,' he mouthed. Ethan smiled a little.

"And I was nominated by Chris, thank you, for, well, remembering and… yeah. Thank you. I'm not gunna nominate anyone but feel free to do it. Thanks Nico for setting this up."

With one last smile, more to Nico than to the actual camera, he spun the bucket upside down, sending the water cascaded over him and the idiots who stood too close behind him. He laughed, shaking the water out of his eye and fringe. He did thumbs up to the camera and Nico as he stopped the video and quickly sent it to his Facebook email he used.

"Great, kid, great," he smiled.

Then stood back as the dead crowded around Ethan, clapping and cheering and congratulating. He smiled slightly as he walked off.

But he did not miss the grateful smile and wave from Ethan, just before he was enveloped by the mob.

Right story time, we have a reading lesson today, and our teacher was reading Divergent. That went well. First off, she said she didn't like Fourtris, and laughed for a solid five minutes at my face. I then went into a long winded explanation on why they fit so perfectly together and at the end, she nodded and went 'Right, well, its not essential to the plot,' and carried on laughing at my face. I then asked