•Nico•

As Nico's eyelids grew heavy, his breaths evened out. And he started to dream. . . We'll have a nightmare really. . .

"Hazel?" Nico heard himself call out in the darkness. "Jason?" He shouted, no reply.

"P-Percy?" He stammered, starting to feel uneasy.

"Shh. Only you can try and run from love." A voice said, hushed and nearly in a whisper.

"Cupid." Nico gasped, spinning around to the direction of their voice. "S-stay away!" He stammered, stumbling over his own two feet as he tried to go backwards.

"Nico." A voice said, echoing soon after.

Nico gasped again, salty tears filling his eyes.

"Bianca." He whimpered.

Make it stop!

Nico pleaded.

"You killed me." She whimpered, her face then appeared in the darkness.

It was surrounded by mist, and she was paler.

Nico gasped, and her skin started to peel. It peeled in thick, uneven strips.

When the skin peeled off, it revealed her skull. Only it was a rotten yellow, and some part were black. Easily flaking off in the wind that had started.

"You did this to me!" Bianca screamed,  the mist now going down. Giving her bony legs, neck, shoulders, waist, and arms. Her bony features were covered by a thin, black dress. Which was falling apart— just like her skin.

Now, her skin was at her bony feet, almost like shoes.

"You did this." She whispered, her voice no longer warm and soft. It was raspy, and hoarse.

Her jaw then fell, and she shriveled to dust.

"Save me. Help." Nico whispered, stumbling to the ground. Hands on eyes, and sobs shaking his small body.

"Dad." He whimpered, tears falling from his eyes.

His knees were brought to his chest, his arms clutching them closer.

He put his face in his knees.

"Solace." Nico sobbed.

"W-Will." He whispered.