Thickening Shadows (Percy Jackson/Rise of the Guardians Crossover) - Completed

Chapter 1

A/N

I repeat, this is not my story! 

And, the italicized parts are in Nico's POV, the unitalicized ones, are well, the narrator's POV.

Read on! XOXO,

Lea V.

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Time ceased to exist. Darkness was all I knew and pain was my only company. I remember being alone, and scared- more scared then I had ever been in my entire life. Silence was deafening. Then I saw the moon. I wasn't scared anymore. It was so big, so bright- as bright as the night that my sister had died-I couldn't help but not be afraid.

 But I should've been.

 I would've preferred the dark and the pain to the new life I had been dealt.

 My name is Nico Di Angelo.

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 It was the light that awoke the teen sleeping in the field. The moon was bright and full; glowing with luminosity and life, many people all over the east coast stopped and stared up at the sky to marvel at the brightness. The teen groaned and gasped, covering his eyes from the brightness, looking very much like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time.

 "How?" he sat up, moving like an old man, gazing first at his pale white hands to the moon up in the sky, "why?"

 The night was silent.

 The teen scrambled up, standing straight at his height of 5'6, testing the weight on his legs which had been previously broken. He looked himself over. Not a scratch. Hands scrambled over his aviators jacket-finding it as whole and perfect as the day he stole it-his shirt underneath was perfect as well. At his side, connected to a chain belt, was his sword, but he swore he had lost it within the first hour of fighting.

 Hands now shaking he gripped his raven black hair, brown broken eyes filling with worry and confusion, one thing running through his mind.

 I should be dead.

 He knew he wasn't dead. His heart thumped wildly in his chest as he rushed out of the moon light and into the deep long shadows created by the trees that surrounded the clearing. Clenching his fists he felt his power bubble within, waiting to burst out. Shadows engulfed him and he slunk through the darkness- his heart beating a little faster all the while- and came out only to find himself spotlighted in the moon yet again.

 Camp Half-Blood was near empty, lending Nico Di Angelo to think it was winter; after all, it was primarily a summer camp. In the distance from the edge of the woods he could see the light of camp fire, reaching high into the sky, building a happy atmosphere. The son of Hades breathed a sigh of relief. Chiron would be there. Chiron would explain.

 As he ran his sword banged against his leg. Wind whipped at his hair and clothes as if pulling him back. He ignored it though. He reached the campfire and breathed a sigh of relief. He saw familiar faces. His cousin was leaning heavily into Annabeth, looking weary, with an odd look in his eyes. Annabeth was running her hand through his hair. A child of Apollo was signing a happy camp song while everyone else sung happily, laughing and giggling away.

 "Percy," Nico breathed. The last time he had seen his cousin had not been a happy affair. The black haired son of Poseidon was being held back by Jason, Leo and Frank, his anger causing storm clouds and winds to appear. Percy – next to Hazel- had been the one most against Nico's decision.