Hey guys! I know this is weird and extremely short, but I felt the need to start a Nico story because I realized how few there were of his life and what really happens to him when he’s alone and stuff. And it’s not going to be angsty or anything unless he’s in a horrible state because of something in the books. I’m trying to make it pure Nico and not OOC so tell me if I am and I’ll try to fix it although I probably won’t because I’m too lazy and schools coming up. Disclaimer: I don’t own Nico or Ricky’s awesome characters or story or his children and stuff so yeah. Oh and also, I’m going to try to make it a normal thing to post on weekends after this post from now on. Cool? Well I hope so cuz I’m going to do it anyways, so Peace!
Prologue
Just to make this clear, I am not a fan of MythoMagic.
No matter how many people make fun of me for liking it when I was a kid and how many laughs it causes, I don’t think it’s funny.
Besides, it’s done, finished. That was when I was a child, I didn’t even know about Demigods then so as it is being in the past, I don’t get why people keep bringing it up like some hilarious SNL episode that made them squirt milk out of their noses.
It’s embarrassing and quite frankly, not hilarious in my view.
So why is it so funny to them?
Well probably because of the fact that whenever they say something even remotely relating to it, I blush so severely it looks like someone spray-painted my face red. Then there would be laughing and pointing and mocking and the occasional snort. And I try to join in, I really do, but it makes them laugh even harder. So I just resort to a, “Not funny, guys.” And an occasional, “Shut up, Percy!” Then I grumble and walk away like the moody son of Hades I am.
Why do I have to be tortured like this? The only inside joke I’ve ever had with anyone of course had to be about my beloved (not anymore) childhood game that makes me the laughing stock of Greece and probably soon to be Rome since Percy had associated with them, full memories and all.
Oh, Gods. I don’t even want to think about the Romans laughing me out of New Rome. I might as well pull my jacket over my head and lock myself in a closet right now. And in there I can keep playing my game because it’s not like anyone’s going to let up on it anytime soon.
Although I lost that thing years ago (well excuse me for forgetting to bring it along after finding out about my sister’s death and running away to the dark side) and I’m pretty sure that game doesn’t exist anymore so all that’s left for me to do is brood in a corner like I normally do.
And yes, I know I have a lot more pressing matters to deal with considering I’m being rushed into urgent care to be attended to because of my life threatening wounds that need to be treated immediately but the mind seems to wander when one is slipping in and out of consciousness. And apparently this whole MythoMagic charade was bothering the crap out of me.
Okay maybe I’m confusing you a little bit with the whole MythoMagic thing and the monster attacking me and my life threatening wounds and such, little voice in my head that doesn’t seem to go away, so I might as well tell you my story, starting from the beginning.
And yes, I mean the very beginning.
It all started with a match made in Hades…
