I looked around me in a barren, black land. Black sand, black sky... and a white fog rolling in.

After a moment, I realized that it wasn't real. Looking into the fog with curiosity rather than confusion, I came to the simply and comfortably eerie conclusion that he was dreaming.

As the fog rolled in, it covered Nico head to toe. It felt... cold. He was surprised he could feel it at all in this dream. As he swirled around, he felt a sense of comfort and peace settle into his chest. Before his eyes, a young girl appeared, fading in from the fog.

It was Bianca.

Nico's tears welled up, "Bi?!"

He ran to her, but as he embraced her, his arms went straight through her. She looked to be a part of the fog herself.

"Nico..." she said, reaching out for Nico's cheek that she couldn't caress.

"Bianca, I-" he started, but she shook her head.

Nico started sobbing as Bianca gave him a soft smile, "You've done well, little soldier. Keep going for me."

Nico shot up in his best, still crying and sweaty in his sheets. Bianca... he thought. I love you, sis. I will.

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A/N: Dedicated to thisisinfuriating2 because their book is so good, go check it out!!