A/N: Hey guys! This is a fic I wrote for the lovely Thalia101's PJO contest.


Nico slipped some coins to the cashier, grabbed his happy meal, and slid into a seat at the far end of the restaurant. His stomach growled; no

surprise as he had been spending all his money on offerings to raise the dead. Nico balled up a dirty fist and slammed it into the bag. He was

angry, angry at everybody. Percy, because he had let his sister die. Bianca, because she had left him. Hades, because he didn't bother that his

son was in this condition. Then, a dark, tall stranger swept into the seat next to him.

"Hello son."