Hi everyone! This is a story about what happened to Apollo after the events of the Blood of Olympus.

I do not own the cover. It belongs to SabertoothRacoon. I suggest you all see her Tumblr because she's awesome.

I also do not own these characters. If I did, I wouldn't be on Fanfiction.

Warning: This story will be stuffed with Solangelo because I'm Solangelo trash right now.

Here's the first chapter, enjoy!

Nico stuffed two French fries into his mouth. Soon Jason and Percy would be at their "Big Three Table" and only too happy to steal his breakfast.

"Hey," Jason said as he slid onto the bench and set a plate next to Nico's. Percy took the seat on the other side.

"Is that plum sauce?" Percy grabbed a fry from Nico's plate and dipped it in the small container. Nico rolled his eyes.

About two weeks after Nico has decided to stay at Camp Half-Blood, Jason and Percy decided to sit at the Hades table. Now everyone calls it "The Big Three Table".

"So, Nico," Percy mumbled, chewing one of Nico's fries, "did you find Leo yet?" Percy has been asking Nico to find Leo's spirit in the Underworld, maybe get a chat with him.

"Percy, I can't find him," Nico said. He'd searched the fields of Elysium and Asphodel from top to bottom. He even searched in the fields of Punishment, even though it was impossible for Leo to end up in there. "Charon sometimes doesn't take demigods who don't get proper burials. Maybe that's why."

The son of Jupiter's expression turned painful. "He's still alive," he whispered, the corners of his mouth twitching, "I know he's still alive."

Nico exchanged a look with Percy. Jason and Piper were the ones that stopped the Hephaestus cabin from making a burial shroud for Leo. It's been a month, but they were still in denial. They wouldn't let anyone refer to their friend as dead. Hazel told Nico to just give them time, but Nico knew that Hades wouldn't like it if they didn't give the son of Hephaestus a proper burial soon.

"Jason, just think about it," Nico said, "I think my father is getting impatient."

Jason got up. "I'm not really hungry." He takes his plate away and throws his barely-touched meal into the compost bin.

Percy glanced at Nico. "He'll come around."
-line break-

Nico headed to the infirmary after breakfast. Will Solace was waiting for him.

"You're late," he said, a small smile on his face.

"I brought you a sandwich," Nico handed a paper bag to the son of Apollo; "You're welcome."

The demigods at Camp Half-Blood had a peaceful month after the defeat of Gaea. In the first week, Nico and what was left of the Seven constantly screamed the entire camp awake with nightmares. But after Nico got his sleeping pills from Will and the Seven got permission to sleep with their significant others, the most exciting things that happen were the games of Capture-the-Flag.

When Nico agreed to help out in the infirmary, he was hoping that he'd be able to spend some more time with Will. Unfortunately, he was disappointed.

The camp was mostly recovered from the war, but some demigods with severe injuries hadn't been quite ready to leave the infirmary. So far, there were still two people in comas, four people in body casts, one person who's paralyzed (a Hecate kid's binding spell backfired and now he couldn't move), and a lot of people dealing with PTSD.

Apparently Will was also a good therapist.

"Nyssa, remember that none of that was your fault," Will was saying to a daughter of Hephaestus, "Even if he didn't volunteer, you couldn't have tamed it." He patted the sobbing girl on the head. "You couldn't have taken his place. There was nothing you could have done."

Nico poured nectar into canteens and tried not to see the resemblance between Nyssa and Leo.

A beep sounded in the distance. Nico looked out the window to see Argus and several other teenagers hop off a van.

Nico smiled. Reyna was there. So were Hazel and Frank and all the other centurions of the Twelfth Legion. Rachel Dare, Ella the harpy, and Tyson were there, and-

Nico's heart skipped a beat. Something was wrong. The last person to hop off the van was a twelve-year-old girl with auburn hair and silver camouflage clothing. She had a bow and a quiver of arrows slung over her shoulders. Her silver eyes were tinged red, even from a distance.

It was Artemis, the goddess of the hunt.

Ohh... we're already getting started.

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~Pandora