Chapter Nineteen

Nico sat down heavily. Dang. That was surprising. He was lucky Will hadn't blown up at him. Honestly, Percy may have been lucky. Will never got mad around Nico. At least, not super mad, not at people Nico was friends with. Will didn't even act jealous. He was really.. Civil. Nico was honestly surprised. He rubbed his forehead aggressively, yawning as he did so.

He hadn't been sleeping well, and all the happenings lately with regards to Percy Fucking Jackson were exhausting him. Rolling back his blankets, he flopped down on his bed. Just to rest his eyes, he thought as he fell asleep. He knew immediately that that was a bad idea when he opened his eyes and he was standing on a hill. Chaos was unfolding before him, with campers fighting each other everywhere he turned. Percy and Will were locked in mortal combat. Percy looked up at Nico, and Will used this brief break in his defense to his advantage. His sword slid through Percy again and again. Percy looked up at Nico again, his beautiful eyes full of love and pain. He crumpled to the ground. Will ran up to Nico.

"Percy wanted me to tell you..." Wills voice trailed off as he reached up to his hair and pulled. It all came off, his hair and his face. He continued his sentence, his skeleton jaw clicking out distorted words. "Ahem. Percy wanted me to tell you that he's waiting for you on the other side.."