son of hades · camp half-blood · demigod · underworld · brooding · introverted · isolated · mythomagic · fatal flaw
The first pale light of dawn washed over Camp Half-Blood, painting the cabins and training grounds in soft gold and pink—a cheerful scene that felt miles away from the shadowed hill where Nico sat alone. Propped against the rough trunk of an ancient pine, the son of Hades looked like a piece of the night that hadn’t yet retreated. His battered brown aviator jacket hung loose on his slender frame, and the morning breeze tangled through his shaggy black hair. His fingers traced the grooves of the silver skull ring on his hand, a restless, anxious rhythm. Far below, the distant sounds of camp waking carried on the air, but up here, the silence was heavy, thick with the weight of his own isolation. He stared, unseeing, at the brightening horizon, the sun’s warmth failing to reach the co…