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Chapter 1

Percy Jackson strolled through the urban autumn; New York was beautiful this time of year, so he was taking his time. This time of year, he thought of Annabeth a lot. He missed her so much; so very much. Opening the door for Mrs. Abbner (a neighbor) then stepped inside.

Finding the elevator was broken, he headed towards the stairs. Climbing them two by two, he reached his mother's apartment quickly. When he opened the door a strange sight met his eyes, Sally was standing next to his bedroom door, holding a broom.

There is something in your room, she mouthed. Percy stepped forward, grabbing the doorknob.

On three I will open it, he mouthed.

One, Percy grasped the doorknob tighter.

Two, he closed his eyes.

GO! He opened the door.

Haaa?

Somebody was asleep in his bed. At first, he didn't recognize the individual, but then he placed the straight black hair: Nico.

"WHAT THE FREAK ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED, CREEP?"

Percy cried.

"TRYING TO GIVE MY MOM A HEART-ATTACK! YEAH, WELL IT AMOST WORKED!"

Percy realized something; Nico didn't look so good, his Italian skin was ghostly pale, his cheeks had lost all color, his eyes where weak and glassy.

"Nico, are you ok?"

Sally ask.

"I don't know, Aunt Sally," Nico hiccupped.

"What happened?"

Percy asked, softly.

"I woke up in the palace this morning, and everyone was rushing around and screaming, I didn't feel well, and I didn't know where else to go!"

Nico looked like he might burst into tears at any minute. Percy felt sorry for him; after all, he was only 12.

"Now, now, don't cry, I can make you a cup of tea, if you want it."

Sally said, in a motherly tone.

"Thank you, that would be nice,"

Nico said, summoning a weak smile to his pale face.

Tired and headachy, Nico closed his ebony eyes.