AU REVOIR!² percy jackson

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IVY HAD PRAYED for a peaceful sleep. her prayers weren't answered though.

she could see nico, but he was no longer in the underworld. he was standing in a graveyard under a starry sky. giant willow trees loomed all around him.

he was watching some gravediggers at work. ivy heard shovels and saw dirt flying out of a hole. nico was dressed in a black cloak. the night was foggy. it was warm and humid, and frogs were croaking. a large walmart bag sat next to nico's feet.

"is it deep enough yet?" nico asked. he sounded irritated.

"nearly, my lord." it was the same ghost ivy had seen nico with before, the faint shimmering image of a man. "but, my lord, i tell you, this is unnecessary. you already have me for advice."

"i want a second opinion!" nico snapped his fingers, and the digging stopped. two figures climbed out of the hole. they weren't people. they were skeletons in ragged clothes.

"you are dismissed," nico said. "thank you."

the skeletons collapsed into piles of bones.

"you might as well thank the shovels," the ghost complained. "they have as much sense."

nico ignored him. he reached into his walmart bag and pulled out a twelve-pack of coke. he popped open a can. instead of drinking it, he poured it into the grave.

"let the dead taste again," he murmured. "let them rise and take this offering. let them remember."

he dropped the rest of the cokes into the grave and pulled out a white paper bag decorated with cartoons. ivy hadn't seen one in years, but she recognized it—a mcdonald's happy meal.

the son of hades turned it upside down and shook the fries and hamburger into the grave.

"in my day, we used animal blood," the ghost mumbled. "it's perfectly good enough. they can't taste the difference."

"i will treat them with respect," nico said.

"at least let me keep the toy," the ghost said.

"be quiet!" nico ordered. he emptied another twelve-pack of soda and three more happy meals into the grave, then began chanting in ancient greek. ivy understood the chant – none of it was happy and nobody would want her translating.

the grave started to bubble. frothy brown liquid rose to the top like the whole thing was filling with soda. the fog thickened. the frogs stopped croaking. dozens of figures began to appear among the gravestones: bluish, vaguely human shapes. nico had summoned the dead with coke and cheeseburgers.

"there are too many," the ghost said nervously. "you don't know your own powers."

"i've got it under control," nico said, though his voice sounded fragile. he drew his sword—a short blade made of solid black metal. ivy felt her skin turn into goosebumps. the crowd of shades retreated at the sight of it. the sword was made of stygian iron.

"one at a time," nico commanded.

a single figure floated forward and knelt at the pool.

It made slurping sounds as it drank. Its ghostly hands scooped french fries out of the pool. when it stood again, ivy could see it much more clearly—a teenage guy in greek armor. he had curly hair, green eyes, and a clasp shaped like a seashell on his cloak. he looked a lot like percy, the same strong features and unintentionally powerful stand.