A/n: I know I'm working on other stories but I just really wanted a story about Nico di Angelo.
I'm alone on the Argo II. The prophecy of seven demigods have already taken off to save the world.
"You gotta stay here man, I don't want you getting hurt." Jason's voice comes floating back to me. Sure, thanks, your advice came a few years late.
I've been here alone for four hours, sitting in Percy's bunk. His powerful sea aura is easy to detect and it comforts me. I immediately feel conflicted for thinking this way.
I think of what my father, Hades told me. Before he banished me from The Underworld.