Stranded

01|If Problem with Barefeet, Talk to Hazel|Don't Get Me Started On Head Pains

(I decided to update earlier than I thought I would because of my first reader who is "addicted" to my book. I can't thank them enough for such. I honestly don't even know what to say except answer their request for another chapter, which I gladly obliged.
   And some may be mad at what I am doing here. The PoV is 3rd, Leo (it will explain further scenes). Then it turns to Nico's.)

WAVES CRASHED PEACEFULLY AGAINST the sand as if no storm had happened before. The small boy on the beach had a face full of sand and he felt as if he was back on Calyspo's Island, except he'd taken Calyspo away from there, and now he was alone. On an Island. And alone. On a random Island. Probably around the Golf Coast of New Mexico. But whatever, he needed to find his friends.

     Leo wasn't ready to meet some sea birds though. He wanted to find his friends, not the birds. He shooed them off the Island and then looked around. It was a fairly nice Island. It had a nice, long beach covered with nothing but sea on one side, then flooded with plants on the other which led to a forest and, in the sky, the sun set beautifully by the trees. He could get used to this scenery.

     But alas, he had friends. Real friends that would stick to his side till the end. Hey, that rhymed. Maybe Leo could write that down in the soft sand. Wait, stop getting side-tracted, Leo, His mind scolded. This is life and death and you're getting picked up by thinking of a rhyme.

     Leo might've rubbed his ears off if he didn't check for then as a bird squaked loudly. "Yes, I hear you," He snapped, glaring at the bird with cooed and flew away. "If you want to eat some plastic, I don't have any!" He grumbled something under his breath before rubbing his ear more.

     A voice inside his mind yelled at him to apologize to the bird and Leo had a silent argument, which he won. With a triumphant grin, he walked down the side of the beach to start looking for the others.

     He had started thinking. He didn't even get a scratch, except bad tasting soft sand in his mouth and water infested ears. Then he may have been hallucinating, but he swore he heard someone calling his name. The voice got louder and louder, more familiar, than it sparked the flame in his eyes, literally.

     "Hazel!" He gaped as he turned and went to hug her, but she jumped away before he could. He was confused at first, then realized he was in flames and struggled to put it out then Hazel willing hugged him tight like he was her last hope. He let go of her and she followed his action seconds later than he questioned her. "Are you alright? Is anything hurt, broken- wait, broken is a type of hurt.... You know what I mean, Haze! Have you seen the others?"

     Hazel laughed slightly at him and hopped over to the sea with a smile. She had barefeet and her clothes were ripped a bit. Leo, luckily, had more clothes from a friend of his, Blitzen, that can be worn when in flames and no rip guarantee for a hundred years! Let him hope it was better than Aphrodite's. So far, it was.

    Leo followed Hazel and nudged her. "That was a question, Levesque. Have you seen anything of them? Are you hurt? And what happened to your shoes!?"

     Hazel scowled. "Have a problem with my barefeet?" He asked, giving Leo a glare. He, obviously starting to get nervous, hesitated to do anything in response. She went back to her playful state with a laugh. She was like Nico in ways. She could easily scare someone if she tried. "But, come on. I wouldn't have been yelling bloody murder when I saw a curly-haired elf on the beach if the others were here. You are the only one I've seen and, frankly, I don't like that."

     Leo bit his lip and look down before grabbing Hazel's wrist to make sure she didn't slip in the water. She jerked away, wincing and backwards into the water. There went saving her. And there was the answer to his last question. Something was up with her wrist.

|££££££££££€|NICO

THE PAIN MADE HIM FEEL LIKE he was back in Tartarus and he wasn't to relive that. He head hurt, his arm hurt, his foot hurt, his eyes hurt. He didn't want to move but the reeking, hard sand and blinding sun light urged him to get up and find the next Asylum.

     He took his unharmed arm and pushed himself onto his stomach before groaning and hauling himself up. Taking a few moments to adjust to the light, Nico looked around, wondering where he was. The sun was enough, but the crashing waves made him seasick after that storm. It looked fairly calm after the storm, if he didn't include shuffling trees from the breeze. There was first sea, then hard as Tartarus sand, then terrain. And people said sand was supposed to be soft between your toes. It was hard and annoying in his ear.

     He got up and shook himself like a wet dog only to plummet back down onto the sand with the most confused look he'd ever given. He shook that off than stood up again. Finally gravity hit his nerves and tortured him.

     His arm felt loose and dislocated. His foot ached. His head spun. He felt like those dying people that suffered from the Bubonic Plague. He grabbing his head and then his eyes went wide when he felt himself start to fall as his ankle decided to disobey him and roll like there was no ankle at all. He fell into the moist sand, spitting it out of his mouth.

     Nico, clearly not seeing he couldn't walk on the foot, tried yet again before groaning again. Taking his healthy arm, he lifted himself off the sand and hoisted the position to crawl to shade. Only there he could try to think clearly. (A/N: I will NOT put think straight, if I can avoid it.) He head was a heap of scrap metal from Leo's broken Argo II.

     Nico's vision blurred the outter edges as green, a forest green like the leaves of the tropical trees with coconuts up top over there in the terrian. He shook his off and it worsened then slowly started to fade away. He then continued to the shade and smiled ever-so-slightly as he leaned up against a tree. His eyes started to close, but a bird hawked in his ear and he jumped almost all the way to New Mexico if he had the strength to.

     He shooed the bird away and he picked at on of his fingers and waved it in the air fast then took a look at it. Blood started to drip from his finger. Could nature get any lovelier?

     He screamed no as the same bird nudged him out into the sand again and he hollered at it to leave him alone as he fully on tried to attack him. Probably because he reeked of death and the only thing the bird was used to was reeking of it's own droppings.

     A final kick was given not-so-nicely to the bird. Nico screeched at it to go away and it obliged, squawking in fear away. He glared at it till it was out of sight then sighed and limped his way back to his tree he was leaned on. He couldn't believe this. He jinxed himself too as he sarcastically asked that nature being lovely question.

     He decided to reat his eyes under the tree that provided him a blanket from the sun and sighed softly, his brows furrowed. He just needed to find shelter when he awoke. But for then, he was tired.

(Ugh. This chapter wasn't as good as the Prologue, but I don't know how to write calm and relaxed, relieved scenes. Sorry, bye.)