NICO

Nico would never admit it in front of anyone but he was kind of jealous. He was jealous at the demigods in Camp Half-Blood. Able to live their life without too much worry about the Giants while he was stuck on a warship seeing a person he considered to a brother die.

His demigod dream didn't help at all. He saw the campfire in Camp Half-Blood. The Apollo kids playing a tango song as couples danced by the campfire. He saw Rachel Elizabeth Dare, the Oracle of Delphi dancing with Connor Stoll, the son of Hermes in dancing moves that Nico couldn't even dream of making.

After that they sang together. The couple were making out. The Ares kids were wrestling. The Apollo kids were playing. The Hephaestus kids all gathered around something he couldn't see, he assumed it was something that they built. They Aphrodite kids were gossiping and Blah Blah.

Until Clarisse La Rue came running from the Ares cabin, her face red with fury, Nico hadn't realized why he needed to see all of this, because motivation it was certainly not giving him.

Nobody noticed at her in the start and kept with their deeds. That was until she bellowed:

"STOP EVERYTHING! NOW!"

There was no argument that the daughter of Ares was one of the most intimidating at camp. All heads shot at her. The eyes of the campers were wide.

"What's up?" A Hermes kid. Justin something asked with his eyebrow raised.

Suddenly, all the color drained from Clarisse's face. Nico tilted his head to the side like a confused dog. She was shocked, and frightened she struggeled to get something from her mouth but nothing. Only husky rasps left her mouth. What happened to her? It wasn't like her to be like that. Wasn't like her at all.

"Clarisse..." Ben Gray, a son of Athena frowned at her. "What's wrong?"

"You look like you've seen a ghost!" A Dionysus kid, Dylan Li snorted.

Clarisse nodded with terror in her eyes, she choked. "I sort of did."

"What do you mean you sort of did?" A daughter of Aphrodite asked.

Clarisse swallowed. "Prissy." She managed. "I saw him... dying."

"Percy?" Rachel gasped, tears watering her eyes. She covered her fallen jaw with her hand by reflex. "No! It can't be! He's not dead! There must be a mistake!"

Nico felt sorry for her. He felt the same way when he saw Percy dying. At the begining he almost convinced himself that was a dream. But then his eyes widened. He already knew about Percy dying. So what's the reason he is seeing this? There's must be reason.

"How?" An Hephaestus kid growled.

Clarisse clenched her jaw, her eyes flashing with anger. "I don't know - but I think it were the Romans."

"How do you know?" Someone cried.

"I saw another thing in my dreams. The Romans attacking the Argo II. Saying that" 'They only want Jackson and they'll leave."

"But few Romans soliders can't beat Percy!" Connor Stoll argued, his arm around Rachel who's eyes were red and puffy.

"It wasn't just a few." Clarisse growled. "There were at least thirty solders."

"Thirty?" Drew Teneka from the Aphrodite cabin gasped.

Nico frowned. They didn't meet even one Roman beside Reyna on their journey. And thirty or more Roman solders attacking their ship? That was an absurd idea. But along the years Nico learned to never question Clarisse La Rue and what she says. She might be a little rushed up, brutal and completely unconsidered but she never lies. And when she says something you can be hundred percent sure she's telling the truth. And Nico started to be afraid, if she saw in her dream that thirty Roman solders will come and demand Percy's body the crew of the Argo II must be prepared.

"More, I think." The breathing of Clarisse became husky. Her face red with fury. She stood on one of the wood blocks around the fire clenched her fist and threw it in the air. "Are we going to sit here and do nothing about it? To let them slay our leader and sit around the fire and cry?" The campers looked around themselves and shook their heads at Clarisse. "This means war if so! They will pay for killing Percy Jackson! ARE YOU WITH ME?!"

"Yeah!" Everyone in the camp cried, throwing their fists in the air.

Only Chiron bowed his down muttering "Oh, Percy..." Quietly, shaking his head with tears streaming down his face from his warm brown eyes.

Nico's heart went for him. Percy was by far his favorite student, and with all the kids that died in the Titan war he needs to add him to the long list of his pupils who died along the thousands of years he taught.

Nico's eyes snapped open. He was in his room on the Argo II, staring at the golden ceiling. He didn't like it that way, he would preferred black but as his father was the God of Wealth as much as the God of the Dead he had to Deal with black and lava red walls and golden ceiling, which for his opinion didn't go well but it was better than Hazel's which was in rich metal colors - a room of Nico's nightmares.

He now realized what was the reason of him seeing this dream, he needs to warn everybody from the war that is coming. If Reyna did stop the Romans from attacking the Greek Camp they will not hesitate to attack now. From what Nico had managed to learn about the Romans in the year or so he knew about their existence that they weren't fans of negotiation. Plus, the Greeks will not give up until they caught the one who gave the order to attack the Argo II (probably Octavian) and slaughter him. With how much he enjoyed the idea of Octavian in the fields of punishment he couldn't let this happen.

He hopped out of his bed, his cloths were already dirty and disgusting from days after days of being in them. So he took a quick shower and wore some of the cloths Leo had offered him. He walked to upper deck of the ship to find everyone already around the table. Weird, he usually woke before everyone did. He guessed that it was just the demigod dream that took so long.

Usually Nico loved the darkness. His father was the darkest of the gods, his cloths are dark, his facial expression is dark, his life iw dark. But when he saw everyone he started hating darkness.

The air was thick and foggy, everone had tears in their eyes, all was wearing black cloths and its seemed as if a cloud of darkness was hanging upwards the ship. And Poseidon nor Zeus was the cause for it.

Fuck with the grief, they had war on their hands! With how much it broke him, and it broke him, they had to move on. That was Percy wouldv'e wanted.

He set down.

He took the seat beside Frank and Jason, putting an omlet that he wouldn't touch in his flate. He stabbed the puffy with cheese omlet, the hot cheese purred out. Nico's stomach gurgled, wanting to dig in, but Nico wasn't with the plan. The food looked like poison to him, he couldn't eat. Anything.

"Guys, we need to talk." He said. "There's something I need to tell you, and you're not going to like it."

"If you're talking about the War between the Romans and the Greeks - we already know." Piper informed him.

He nodded. "There's more though."

He told them about what he heard in his dream, about Clarisse saying that Roman soliders will attack the ship demanding Percy's body.

"On my dead body they're going to get him." Much for Nico's surprise the one who was growling was Frank, who wasn't the type for threats.

Leo nodded in agreement. "If they want to have him they'll have to get through me first."

"Through all of us." Jason said. "Percy is our brother, and even in death we aren't going to let him down,and sure not have him taken by a bunch of angry Romans who will probably rip his body apart."

Nico shuddred to the mental immage of the Romans ripping Percy's body apart. "But how do you already know about the coming war between the Roman and Greek Camps?"

This is where Jason began to tell his tale.

"..."

Poseidon had gone mad.

Was the first thing that Nico thought when Jason told them about his conversation with the Sea god. How in the world were he and Jason suppose to stop a war between The Roman and The Greek and get in time to Epirus so they could close the doors of death?

He had no clue.

The seven, no six members of the prophecy were sitting in the dinning area, and eating. Excluding Annabeth who was still asleep after Piper put her to with Charmspeaking.

"So..." Piper said. "How are you planning to stop the massacre between the Roman and Greek?" She asked Nico directly. "Poseidon said to Jason that you would know how to."

Nico shook his head. "I have no idea." He said truthfully. He was really out of answers, how could and Jason do a thing that looks so hopeless. On the other hand winning this war also seem hopeless but they still aren't giving up.

"Maybe it has something to do with your powers over the dead." Hazel suggested. "Or shadows."

Nico nodded, it was very possible that Poseidon meant Nico will use his powers... But for what? What can he... Oh, gods. The memory came flooding him deep. He was still broken from Bianca's death then, thirsty for revenge.

He was ten years old then, on the banks of the river Styx. Talking with a very dead man named Theseus, whom only later he had realized was a legendary hero. After that, with Percy, talking to Bianca's spirit, who told him to stop seek for revenge.

He knew the answer.

His eyes widened.

Everyone shot there heads to him, sending hin looks of 'What? What's wrong?'.

Before he could say a thing an explosion boom rocked the ship. Everyone jumped to their feet on full alert. Nico pulled his obsidian black sword, ready to slay every monster in the way.

He needed a tool to get on his frustration and sadness and this time when Couch Hedge shouted "DIE!" to whatever that was coming Nico smiled evilly, thrilled of the prospect of a fight.

Finally. He thought.

But when he saw the Enemy he was most certainly not happy. His heart threatened to have an Thirty, fourty, Roman soldiers in full Roman battle armor made their way to them in every direction. There was no way they could win against so much enemies.

Just like Clarisse preticted.

They Romans soldiers surrounded them, Nico and his friends stood all back to back ready to fight.

But then one of the Romans talked. "All we want is Jackson." He said firmly, he had a deep bass voice. "He made swore on his life to be loyal to Rome, and he betrayed us. Give him to us and we'll live you alone."

Nico's blood boiled, he's dead you freaking morons! The images of Percy's death kept replaying in his head over and over again.

"Well, you're not getting him." Piper spat.

"Leave, now." Hazel growled.

"Before things will get ugly." Jason warned. "We don't want to hurt you. Me in particular."

The Roman solider had the nerve to laugh. Nico charged at him, impaling his sword through his head before the Roman could even register them moment he dropped dead on the ship's floor with a whole in his skull.

Nico's eyes were dark as Tartarus, the Roman soldiers tried to get closer but were held down by shadows.

"Leave." He growled. His voice deep and powerful. The Romans soldiers paled.

But they didn't back down, they ripped through the shadows and charged at the group. Couch Hedge swung his baseball bat and hit a Roman solider in the head, Nico could hear the crack in her skull as fell into the stormy sea that looked quite happy to swallow her.

Nico and Jason worked together, effectively knocking down several soldiers, but they clearly weren't going to win this battle.

The battle was total blur, Nico felt himself going on autopilot, just knocking down more and more soldiers like a machine. Leo was setting Romans on fire looking very pleased of himself.

But then, Nico felt an immense pain in his skull. He screamed in agony and fell to the ground, red liquid covered his view.

And everything went black.