Percy, reading The House of Hades. SPOILERS! If you haven't read HoH, GO AWAY!

Disclaimer- WHHHYYYYYYY?! If only I came up with Nico!

Kia- Heehee, Schizo's gone crazy.

Raquel- I thought this was established, Kia. After all, we are voices in her head. Her NAME is Schizo, for Hermes' sake.

Kia- Haven't we ranted long enough?

Raquel- Oh yeah. CUE THE STORY, STEPHEN!

Percy was happily flipping through the pages of The House of Hades. Normally, he disliked reading, but this was in Ancient Greek, and it was about him, after all.

He sat on the docks, amazed at how well Riordan, their scribe, had put down their adventures in the Giant War. Honestly, did Percy seem that heroic and awesome? He mostly blundered through everything he did, Annabeth guiding him.

But some parts he never knew about. Things his friends seemed to have forgotten to mention. He was just about to get to where Nico and Jason got the scepter, when a voice interrupted him.

"What's that you're reading, Percy?" Nico sat next to him on the dock of the lake.

"Oh, Riordan finished another installment on what happened in the Giant War!" Percy showed him the book.

"Cool. Did you know he said he might sell these to mortals? He's gonna call it fiction." He took the book from the taller boy. "Where are you at now?"

"Oh, you and Jason were about to go to Croatia!" Percy said happily.

Nico gripped the book so hard, his knuckles began to turn white. "Is...is that so?"

"Yup!" Continued Percy, oblivious, "According to a lot of campers, it's a really good part! I can't wait to see what-"

Nico threw the book into the lake. Once it sank to the bottom, he summoned the earth and let it swallow the poor thing.

Percy gaped. "What was that for?"

Nico glared at him, with unbridled fury. "You will never learn what happened in Croatia. You will not ask anyone, you will not look for another copy of the book. Understood?"

Percy was astonished. What the heck was Nico so freaked out about? Maybe he lost a fight, and it was embarrassing. But good grief!

The son of Hades stalked off, leaving Percy dumbfounded behind him.

*.*.*.*

The next day, the chief scribe, Rick Riordan, was dead. The dryads who grew nearby his dwelling reported not seeing a thing. There was no evidence of foul play on his body, though he had a strange, terrified look on his face.

You could have sworn he'd seen a ghost.