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Chapter 10 – Camp Half-Blood

Nico stalked between dark shadows of the Half-Blood cabins. The dinning pavilion was lit up against the night sky, fires casting enchanting shapes in all directions. He hid to avoid their snitching glow and watched as the last remaining demigods filtered inside.

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Their laughs and voices echoed over the lake, while its waters reflected the pavilion's light. Nico hummed at the pleasant scene, but something felt wrong. The sky above was restless, but not in Zeus' doing, there are no clouds, no storms. The stars seemed to be screaming in warning, sending shivers down the son of Hades' spine. He closed his eyes, attempting to listen to their cries through the wind. But only silence greeted him.

Sighing to himself, Nico stepped forward in search of Luke. He slid, almost unnoticed, through the front entrance and moved around the outside tables to the one crowded with Hermes' children among a few others.

The son of Hades risked a glance towards the huntresses and his eyes locked with electric blue. Thalia's lips tugged marginally at the sides, offering her cousin a small smile. So, Nico dipped his head gently in acknowledgment but otherwise kept his eyes downcast, avoiding any more social interaction.

Absently, he noticed Mordred had not seen it fit to join the huntresses, as if the son of Artemis ever would. Nico smirked. That boy truly hated his mother. Maybe now the Lady of the Moon finally understood what it felt like on the receiving end of such dark feelings. The Fates had a cruel sense of humour, but Nico couldn't argue that the Goddess hadn't brought this on herself. Had she truly believed rejecting of her son would not end with him rejecting her?

The Ghost King stopped at the end of the God of Thieves' table, shifting his weight from leg to leg as fourteen faces turned to look at him.

'Hey, death boy.' Ava greeted flirtatiously, a warm smile gracing her face. Immediately, the two of her many brothers sitting either side of her burst out in laughter.

'You're barking up the wrong tree there, little sis.' Giggled Kale as he attempted to ruffle Ava's auburn hair, only to be squatted away by her lightning fast reflexes. 'What can we do for you, Di Angelo?'

The son of Hades dug a hand into his pocket and pulled out Jack's necklace. 'I'm here for Luke.' He stated steadily.

Kale raised an eyebrow questionably, but missed his chance to ask why because the blond boy at the other side of table stood, looking worriedly at Nico.

'Did you find Jack?'

The son of Hades nodded in confirmation.

'Is he okay? He's not hurt, is he? Did you bring him with you?' Luke asked all at once, slightly leaning left to look behind Nico, only to be sorely disappointed. 'Where is he?'

Nico swallowed, ready to face the unavoidable. 'Listen, he's fine. Well, he is now, but anyway the kid got chased half way round San Francisco by two Cyclopes and directly into my path. Do you remember the boy I talked about to Celyn? You know the satyr?'

Luke frowned. 'Wait, you've known that long and you didn't tell me?'

The son of Hades struggled to answer. Eight games of mythomagic and he quickly lost track of time. Not that he was about to admit that in front of the entire Greek camp. Everyone had stopped to watch the son of Hades hold an actually conversation with the unclaimed demigod.

'He just woke up, okay?! Well, kind of but doesn't matter, point is he's at-' - 'Here it comes.' Nico thought to himself- 'Camp Jupiter.'

Shock filled the pavilion. The Roman camp was an unspoken subject since the argument over territories.

'I'm sorry, it's a place you cannot go.' Nico decreed and his heart softened at the fear on Luke's face.

'What, why? Who says?!' He yelled.

'Calm down. It's not my fault, although I guess I could ask permission for the two of you to iris message or something, and failing that I take letters between the camps. But that's it, that's all I'm offering.' The son of Hades proposed.

'That doesn't solve the problem. I want to see him.' Luke bit heatedly.

Nico narrowed his eyes at the blond's rudeness. 'And what else do you expect me to do?' He snarled.

'Take me to him.'

'I can't.'

'Why not?'

'Listen, I feel like we're going in circles.'

'Luke, mate.' Reece intervened, standing up from Ava's side. 'We're not on the best of terms with Camp Jupiter.' He moved over to put a hand on the boy's shoulder in support. 'It's not Nico's fault, but it is what it is. They Romans are ones being unreasonable and stuck-up and demanding we hand over certain artefacts and rights to our lands.'

'So instead it's somehow my fault?' Luke growled.

'No, but. . .' The son of Hermes struggled to answer.

'Can we continue this outside?' Nico sighed, not bothering to look behind to see if the blond was following

As he stepped into the night air and onto the wooden porch, the son of Hades turned to face the three boys. Luke, Kale, and Reece. Nico remained unfazed. He knew the two sons of Hermes were only here to keep Luke in check.

'Thanks.' Nico whispered, finally handing over the necklace to Luke. 'Jack gave me this, to give to you.'

'He's really okay?' Luke sighed, inspecting the charm.

The son of Hades nodded, then noticed the sign carved out of wood. 'Oh. . . Oh.'

'What?'

'I think I know who his godly parent is.' Nico shook his head and mumbled under his breath. 'The last thing I need is another child of Venus trying to orchestrate my love life.'

Luke scowled, looking up from the pendent in his palm. 'Pardon?'

'Nothing, nothing.' Smirked the son of Hades. 'Just ignore me. Reece and Kale would be better explaining this mess to you.' Nico turned to leave, but spun back one-eighty on his feet. 'Wait, Jack asked me to tell you-'

The Ghost King sighed heavily because no matter how he said this, it felt stupid.

'-Geronimo.'

Thou the son of Hades felt a little less silly, seeing the way Luke's face lit up. '. . . Thank you. . . Nico. I appreciate everything you're doing for us.'

'Do. . . Do you love him?' Nico asked after a moment's pause, too curious to hold his tongue.

Luke paled and looked down at the floor. 'I do- I thought I did- I still do. . . like a brother. I messed up and I haven't had a chance to explain myself.'

'Look, dude. Calm down. I wasn't trying to put you on the spot. I was only looking for a yes or no.' Nico almost sniggered.

Luke smiled wearily, a light blush on his cheeks. 'Then I guess no, not in the way you're thinking.'

Nico eyed the blond. 'I'll see you later.' He said evenly, parting ways.

'Bye, death boy.' Kale waved at the retreating form of the son of Hades.

'Take care.' Reece called out, but he was not certain Nico even heard with the roar of laughter from inside the pavilion. He looked over to Luke, who seemed lost staring hazy-eyed at the necklace Nico had given him. 'Hey, mate. You okay?'

The blond broke his concentration and glanced at the mousy-haired boy. 'Huh?Oh, yeah. Shall we go back inside?'

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Nico watched from the darkness as the three boys return to the pavilion. He turned, retreating to his own cabin for the night. The unsettling feeling in the air had put him off dinner.

Passing the Athena cabin, Nico stumbled to a halt. Gentle sobs, half-muffed by the spirted shouts of Campers by the lake, rose up as he had gotten closer. He looked at the building with a scowl, it's not like he's welcome in the Goddess of Wisdom's abode, or that anyone inside would want his comfort.

Continuing away and along the ill-trodden dirt path, Nico found himself at the Hades cabin's door. He jumped through the shadows to land straight onto his double-sized bed. He soon let sleep take him, praying silently to Hypnos that it would be peaceful.

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The factory stood, and using that word very loosely, at the harbour's edge. Abandon and derelict, having seen many days since the workers walked out its iron gates for good.

Mordred crept along the water front, stepping carefully to avoid the soft streams of moonlight raining down. Reaching, the side of the building, he looked up to see a half-hung window.

The sky rattled with lightning and Mordred jumped into a defensive position. Knees bent and hands reaching behind for the bow strapped to his back. He sighed, relaxing minutely as the wind was the only presence that came to greet him and begun to climb.

The nightmare shook him to the core. That island, that place was something so deeply engraved in his memory, he would never forget. It was also something he'll never forgive.

Mordred slid inside, narrowly missing the shards of broken glass still attached to the window frame. With the ease of a predator, he paced across the metal grids overlooking the factory floor. Unknown to many are the powers passed onto children of Artemis. It was a secret he had kept close to his chest. In the darkness, his pupils widened, taking in his surroundings as if it were daylight. Spotting two lone figures down below, he used his bow to shoot a line to the ceiling and rode it down to ground below.

'Son of the moon.' One greeted as he walked forward. 'Your eagerness never ceases to amaze me. Do you truly hate the Greek Gods that much?'

The boy stepped into a bow. 'I couldn't care less about the Gods, those parasites bound me to serve Camp Half-Blood in penitence for my life.' He snarled. 'My freedom has been stripped from me, to pay for the sin of being born. You know I owe them no loyalty, no respect. Every day I am paying for my mother's mistake, and yet Zeus lets her off without punishment. Where is my justice?'

The man smiled. 'And what will be your justice?'

'I watch Olympus fall.' Mordred whispered, voice soft and husked. 'I will walk over their bodies to burn my mother's throne to ashes. I will take from her what Zeus should of the day they learnt of my existence.'

'And you will.' The darkened figure assured.

Mordred looked up into yellow eyes. 'You still have a promise to keep.'

'The conditions have changed. A little over a day ago, a Cyclops came to me with some interesting information.'

'A Cyclops? Serious? Those stupid beasts have nothing useful to offer.' He snorted.

'Patience.' The man scolded as if addressing a child. 'He was chasing a demigod who smelt both of sweet and salt. Course the stupid brut lost the boy and tried his luck going after a son of Hermes instead.'

'Let me guess, the monster lost track of the second demigod too?' The fifteen-year-old guessed, thoughts drifting to Luke.

The man nodded.

'Hades.' Cursed Mordred. 'Is it even worth using Cyclopes in our raids? Their capture rate is so poor, we are scarcely finding enough demigods to build an army at this rate.'

'That's not the point.' He brushed off. 'The spell that binds you, I will break if you bring me the youngest child of Aphrodite, or should I say Venus? Anyway, he resides at Camp Jupiter. At the very least you do that?'

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'It's not impossible.' The son of Artemis sighed, ignoring the taunt. 'But it won't be easy.'

'You have time, young one. The pieces are not in place yet, earn his trust and persuade him to our cause. His mind is naive and impressionable, convince him with your silver tongue. I've heard rumours your words can be more powerful than charmspeak. A skill, Lady Artemis has as well and kept very quiet about.'

Mordred pushed himself to his feet. 'Why do you value this boy so much? I mean, I could understand if he was a child of the big three, but Aphrodite? They are not strong, not useful. I don't see your reasoning, sir.'

'That boy,' the man hissed, 'is worth more than you realise, and he is more dangerous than even Kronos.'

'I'll take your word for it.' Mordred smiled, stepping backwards as moonlight cuts down to the factory floor.

'Your mother, she searches for you.' The man mused. 'You best return to the Camp, Mordred. Take this,' he said handing over a black ring. 'If you need to talk, bury it underground and call my name.'

The son of Artemis nodded and turned away. 'Until next time, Adonis.'

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