Family reunion [Nico/Johnathan/Hades/Persephone]

[Its All Greek to Me]

With the threat of Olympus now over the campers of Camp Half-Blood were able to work on the necessary adjustments the grounds had called for. Percy Jackson’s efforts for claiming to be a regular habit had so far been successful. Each day more and more Gods were claiming those who had previously resided in the Hermes cabin as well as all newcomers. Because of this more cabins were being built to represent the Gods that had so far kept their end of the bargain. Like most nights at the Dining Pavilion, a God would take advantage of the crowd to display their symbol above their demi-god child’s form, claiming them as their own. Tonight however had been one of great surprise. This was due to the fact that no new demi-gods had arrived earlier in the day and most of their previous campers had already been claimed. No one could have predicted was to come, well almost no one anyway.
As the campers lined up to share a portion of their food to the Gods a green and magenta aura began to encircle one of the campers aligned with cabin eleven. In a few short moments the shape of a Pomegranate manifested above his head before fading into the dark sky; the symbol of Persephone. All around the campers began to whisper to one another, chattering of the fact that such a thing could occur. Not a moment later did the ground beneath them shake, violent at first, then slowly ceasing. Chiron called for a bit of calm while Dionysus just remained seated where he was enjoying his plate of food. Just then, the camp’s security guard; Argus, came running in towards the staff table. With a number of hand motions he expressed his news. “All right, All right!” Dionysus exclaimed, clearly displeased by the fact that his meal had been interrupted. “Nigel Di Salvo, and Jenson Taylor!” He made no motion towards the demi-gods whose names he had mispronounced. “It seems your parents are requesting your presence.” There was no answer as all the campers remained quiet, silently questioning what the God of Wine was going on about. With elegance, Etana Pali turned to the God and in almost a whisper corrected the mistake he would never in a million days admit to doing. “Well, come on now Nico, Johnathan! Argus here will show you the way. Unless, you’d rather I just blast you?” The many-eyed being stood impatiently for the pair until both demi-gods approached him. He raised a hand to point towards the entrance before leading them through the camp and towards the large two pillars.

Beside Thalia’s tree stood Peleus, the Dragon guarding the Golden Fleece. His pointed teeth were bared at the Fury perched on a near by tree, smoke rising from his nostrils. Alecto, a loyal servant of Hades, lowered herself towards the approaching pair, ready to inform them of their trip to the Underworld. She gave the dragon a final hiss before her attention finally fell on Nico and Johnathan. “Lord Hades and Queen Persephone request your presence,” she gave both demi-gods a look of distaste before dark slits landed on Nico. “You will escort your step-brother,” with a wave of her clawed arm a pack formed in her grasp. “The central park entrance, you’ll find what you need in here.” She tossed the parcel to the elder demi-god and disappeared.

[Nico di Angelo]

Gaming table? Check. Mythomagic figures and cards? Check. Comic books? Check. A place to call his own and be his nerdy self? Priceless. Nico Di Angelo had finally finished rearranging his possessions into Cabin Thirteen after having worked so hard on building it with his deathly servants. Few pointed out how awkward it was having a group of undead beings running around their grounds but that perhaps was due to fear. Knowing this, the Son of Hades quickly dismissed them once the final stone had been set. There wasn't much he owned due to his constant moving around since Bianca's death but he did have things he preferred to keep at camp rather then his room in Hades' palace. Things which his father would have deemed distracting rather then hobbies, this is what he wanted to keep here. With everything set up to his liking the demi-god made to head towards the dining pavilion once it was time to do so. Normally, he would have gone out of his way to locate Anya, his best-friend. But he had spent so much time arranging things he knew there would be no time. Oh well, there was always afterward. Perhaps he could even convince her to take a little field trip after dinner? Nico was going on a week without leaving the grounds and he could already feel the itching sensation to want to leave, just for few minutes of even an hour of so. He didn't hate camp, he hated staying still, being in the same place too long.

Stepping out of the stoned structure, he adjusted the collar of his leather jacket as he approached the path that lead to the pavilion. The summer nights had been kind since their battle, they were cool and refreshing, almost as if welcoming a new era. Nico had hope that with the threat of Kronos no longer around that things would get easier. That he could train to better himself rather than to save the world(not that he minded) and one day gain respect from not only mortals, but gods as well. Percy Jackson had unknowingly given Nico ambition. Ambition to one day be recognized not as the son of Hades but something more. Maybe a part of him even wanted to be liked, though this was something he was sure never to admit.

The light from the bonfire grew brighter as he approached, the air was filled with the scent of the night's feast and his stomach was eager to savior what his nose was consuming. Quickly, he gathered his food, set aside a portion for the Gods in the fire, and then headed towards his table. He inhaled his barbecue while lingering over his grapes before the unexpected had happened. At first, he didn't realize what was going on until his eyes lingered over to the Apollo table only to see their co-counselors with a worried expression. He knit his brows together and pulled his eyes away from Anya and Will towards Johnathan Thales. The kid had in all honesty never come up on Nico's radar. The fact that he knew his name was nothing but dumb luck. However, there was no denying the trouble expression he now wore as he looked up at the pomegranate symbol above his head. "Persephone..." he mouthed before the earth below him began to shake. Immediately he knew this was no coincidence. Hades was pissed and suddenly Nico was grateful to be up here rather than down there. But what did this all mean?

He took a moment to study the boy, who looked like no threat at all. He wondered what kind of power a child of Persephone could possibly have? Turning things into flowers? Hardly a power at all it seemed. Then he wondered... who in their right mind would even want to have a kid with Persephone? Alright, so the Goddess was beautiful, sure, but from his perspective... there wasn't much left to offer. Then again, he was most certainly the wrong judge for this. He had been so lost in thought he hadn't even noticed Argus until Dionysus attempted to call him name. "Nigel? NIGEL?" he complained to himself. How embarrassing. Nigel was such a lame name, how could the camp director confuse it for Nico? The sound of his correct name brought him back from his thoughts and uneasily he looked to Argus. There was a reason he had been content before to not be in the Underworld, Hades had a nasty temper and to avoid it was wise. Now he had no choice. To ignore his father's request would be suicide and he wasn't sure how it worked when it came to sensing if he was dead yet. Suppose that was just a perk for him when it came to other people. With a sense of dread he pulled himself from his seat, and followed Argus out of the Dining Pavilion beside Johnathan. He remained quiet at first as they passed the cabins, not sure how to approach the situation. What did this make them? Siblings? No. He could feel his stomach turn. Step-Siblings? Was that how it worked? It was always strange to determine family ties with Gods.

"I know your mom," he began awkwardly. "She's... uhh... well you'll find out." Perhaps expressing his dislike would be a bad move. He decided to not mention it again. As the entrance/exit grew closer Nico could see the familiar Fury he had learned to like and dislike both for many reasons. When she mentioned that it was he would actually make the journey he seemed confused. "Wait... what?" Throwing his arms up in the air to catch the pack he looked at it as if something horrible was going to be happen. "Alecto, you can't be serious. YOU CAN JUST TAKE US THE-" but it was too late. The fury had vanished. Mumbling a few unpleasant words under his breath he opened the pack to find some ambrosia and a pair of reed pipes. Pulling them out he studied them, "She doesn't actually expect me to do this? To play these?" He was going to continue complaining when he felt a light vibration under his feet. "Alright, alright! I'm going," with a heavy sigh he returned the instrument into the parcel. "Suppose the ambrosia is for me then, come on. This is gonna suck," he admitted as he grabbed the sleeve of Johnathan's shirt without waiting for him to respond. Raising his free hand which was decorated with a silver skull ring his eyes grew dark as he summoned the shadow of a nearby tree to pull itself upright into the air. He felt a sharp tug in the pit of his stomach as he willed it to accept not only himself but the younger demi-god as well. He had been practicing his shadow portals ever since the last battle in an almost obsessive manner. He wanted to badly to be able to carry at least one another person beside himself. He had hoped that if he could him and Anya could make trips together and while he had succeeded in doing so, it still drained him greatly.

"There," he exhaled deeply as he pulled himself and Johnathan towards it, allowing the darkness to consume them. "Don't concentrate on the darkness," he suggested quickly as he lead the younger boy, his tone dulling after each word. "It'll drive you crazy if your not used to it." He made sure to keep his grip firmly on other's sleeve, knowing that he'd get in more trouble than he wanted if he lost him. Suddenly, he felt the sensation of freedom as something fluttered in his chest. This was normally a sign that he had reached an area of the darkness that had a shadow connecting to the area that he wished to be. Concentrating, he willed the shadow to manifest itself into another portal, and almost desperately he threw himself forward pulling Johnathan with him.

When they finally broke out of the darkness all Nico felt was ground beneath him. His vision was blurry, but he could make out the lamps that lit up the park at night. With difficulty, he forced himself to remove the pack from his shoulder and search for the ambrosia before his body decided it was a better idea to pass out. Everything else seemed unimportant as he dug his hand around the food for the Gods and began to unwrap it. Devouring a small cube his optics move to find Johnathan. "Sorry, bumpy landing. I'm working on it." He felt his body return to normal and soon he was able to pick himself up. "We'll have to look for a pair of big rocks that are stuck together to look like a giant bolder." He turned his head around to get a good idea of exactly where they were. When he finally found his bearings he motioned his head over to a path at his right. "Come on. I'll explain a bit more on the way."

[Johnathan Thales]

Johnathan Thales had just recently been brought to Camp Half-Blood, he kind of liked the place after getting used to the shock of it all. After his father had died, he pretty much liked being alone and even now at the crowded table of Hermes, he wished he could have been sitting somewhere else. Not that he didn't appreciate having all the company, but he had always felt that he was better off alone. He looked around as all the campers started whispering and gasping about something above his head. He looked up warily expecting the worst and found a pomegrante above his head. He watched it fade away in surprise.
He felt the rumble under his feet and stood up in surprise expecting something or someone to reach up and drag him down to the Underworld but instead his name was butchered and he was ushered out of the dining hall with Argus leading the way and his new found stepbrother walking along beside him. The fury Alecto seemed so much scarier in person than the stories he heard Grover the satyr talking about. He really didn't know what to say to Nico. Johnathan didn't know how to deal with having a brother, well stepbrother, in this case.
He allowed Nico to pull him along through the shadow portal quite alarmed at the fact of him feeling nauseous once out of the portal. He shook his head to clear it and glanced down at Nico as he recovered. "Cool power." he said making smalltalk. "So what do you think they want us to go to the Underworld for?" he asked hoping he wasn't going to be attacked or something once they arrived.He really didn't know what to expect. He took off walking behind Nico as he led the way down the path.

[Nico di Angelo]

"For your sake, let's hope it's just to talk and figure out exactly what's going on," there was a darkness in his tone that he did not bother to hide. And why should he? It was the truth. Nico didn't like it when people tried to make situations out to be better than what they were. "I don't know how much training you've had, but I'd do my best to remember it if I were you." He continued down the path and over Gapstow bridge. Dark optics lingered over towards the streetlamp at the end, studying the shadow it casted. "I'm not gonna lie to you, my father's got a temper. Now, why I'm going?" he shook his head. Was he just going for moral support? If so then for who? Well, he certainly wouldn't be on Persephone's side but Johnathan didn't deserve an ill fate just for being born.

By the end of the bridge a set of large rocks stood side by side in the short distance. To anyone it would have looked like one mass but Nico knew better. "This is it," he opened the pack that the Fury had given him and reach in for the pair of reed pipes. "Don't suppose you know how to play?" he cocked a brow but decided not to wait for an answer. Instead he raised the instrument up to his lips and attempted to play. To his surprise a decent tune filled the air. No doubt, the instrument had been graced with some sort of magical property because there was no way Nico would have been able to perform so well on his own. Slowly, the crack between the boulders ripped apart to reveal a steep staircase into the darkness. Putting the pipes back in the bag he threw the strap over his shoulder and inched forward. His right hand motioned over to the hilt of his sword, digits wrapping themselves around the stygian iron. "I'll go in first," he stated as he pulled the blade out in one quick movement. "Stay close and watch your step."

The darkness seemed endless for the first minute down, but soon enough the fires from the fields of punishment had provided enough light to walk down the steps at a usual pace. Then, a mist began to form and once they continued through it they'd find themselves on the other side of the main gates, right at the entrance of Hades' Palace. Already, Nico could feel the anger that the God of the Underworld was radiating and it took Nico a moment before he could force himself to continue forward. "Let's get this over with. You never want to keep a God waiting."

[Johnathan Thales]

Johnathan glanced at his stepbrother. He could hear the annoyance in Nico's voice and thought it would be best if he kept his mouth shut until they reached their destination. It wouldn't be best to get on the wrong side of the son of Hades, he didn't seem like a good person to have on your bad side. Once at the rocks, Johnathan stared at the mass in confusion, but as they opened to the sound of the pipes playing, he gasped in awe. Being a demi-god had to be the coolest thing ever, except for the danger part.

He was glad that Nico went first, because even though Johnathan would never admit it, he felt intimidated to be visiting the Underworld. He walked carefully down the steps after Nico, looking around half expecting to be impaled by the God's wrath. He hoped his mom wasn't as bad as Nico described her. Honestly, he didn't think anyone who liked plants could evil, unless they were like the lady, Poison Ivy, off that Batman movie, his father let him watch one time. "So how much farther until we get.....Oh whoa." the boy said as they passed through the smoke and he looked up at the large palace of Hades.

Johnathan wondered what Hades was so mad about, surely, it wasn't a bad thing for him to be born, or was it? He gulped as they walked up the entrance steps to the palace. Something wet and slimy hit his shirt, and he looked up at the biggest dog ever. It looked like the evil brother of that three-headed dog from Harry Potter. Johnathan shook his head, it was definitely time that he stopped watching fantasy and syfy movies. It was probably best if he just sticked to caring for his plants.

[Nico di Angelo]

Cerberus' welcome did not go unnoticed by the demi-god. For good measure, he stopped and looked up at the three-headed canine while stitching his brows together. "Cerberus..." and then with an elegant tongue he continued to communicate with the beast in Ancient Greek. Cerberus let out a deep bark from all three of it's heads and continued to guard the line of the dead. Nico was perhaps the only Demi-god to date to walk through the underworld with confidence. Granted, he was never dumb enough not to be scared or respectful of Hades and his domain but he'd be lying if he never admitted that the Underworld felt like a part of him. Were he younger, he might not have been as prideful about the fact but now...

The black and bronze of the structure reflected against his hues as he took a deep inhale of breathe to approach the large double doors. "Home sweet home," his made no effort to hide his dull tone. He pushed the doors opened and once inside he sheathed his sword and looked around. Everything seemed the same since his last visit. In all honesty, he figured he wouldn't be back for another few months, not a few weeks. He was going to head into the throne room when three hellhounds slowly made their way in duo's direction. All of them bared their fangs, growling at the new comer. Once again Nico had to dust up his Greek. He raised a hand and motioned it towards the other direction; ordering the hell hounds to step aside. "They only attack unwanted intruders," he began as he placed his hands in the pockets of his jacket and continued to lead the way.

Past the entrance hall and down a long hall framed with images of death and despair the sounds of shouting grew louder and louder. For a split second, Nico flinched before shaking it off and looking up at the three Furies guarding the room. "Where here, no thanks to you..." despite his tongue, Nico bowed. "May we enter?" There was an exchange of words between the three monsters before they stepped aside and out of the demi-gods way. Turning his head back he looked at Johnathan with a serious expression. "Here goes nothing," the moment he stepped forward and his steel-toed boots touched the ground, the thrown room grew silent.

[Its All Greek to Me]

"ALECTO!" Hades' booming voice echoed inside his palace and throughout the underworld. The earth shook with freight as the Fury quickly made it's way to the God.

"Yes, Lord Hades?" Pacing in the middle of the thrown room, Hades kept his eyes on the marble ground. There was so much flooding his mind at this moment. It wasn't the betrayal of his wife; everyone knows how loyal the Gods where with their spouses(or lack there of), it was Persephone's hypocrisy that enraged him the most. All those years of her turned up nose over the slight mention of Maria and the past mothers of his previous children for her to be hiding her own affairs.

"I want them here," he stopped and pointed a finger to the ground before him. "Nico with bring him here."

"My Lord, surely there is no need to bring him into this," Persephone rose from her thrown, the colors in her dress changing more slowly then they normally did. "I will send for-" Hades waved a hand indicting for her to cease her speaking and then waved it once more with a much more elegant twist of his wrist. In a light mist mimicking his movements a pair of reed pipes formed, levitating over to the fury before she caught it in her hands.

"Tell Nico to bring the Child here, and to use Orpheus's door. I'm not going to wait for them to reach California."

"Yes, My Lord."

As the fury left the room, Persephone continued forward towards her husband. "Hades, please... to bring them here?" She placed a hand on his shoulder, the moaning face on his cloak moved out of the way as she did so. "I don't see why we sh-"

"I'd like to see him for myself, and considering Nico is more experience-"
"You mean you want your little prize to prove himself in front of an inexperience-"
"Do not! Interrupt me!' The room grew dark and cold and even Persephone herself had to expel a light shiver. Though she still kept herself standing stern.

And that's how it was. The two Gods remained in the throne room, in silence, as they awaited for the arrival of their demi-god children. Should one or the other continue their conversation it would have ended badly. Despite Persephone's usual peaceful demeanor she was still a God, still powerful in her own way. No doubt, she would not have held her tongue when it came to her son. "They're nearly here," Hades' voice broke through the silence as he rose from his throne of bones. He produced a crooked smile and watched the doors eagerly.

"Let's not do anything too rash now, My dear," Persephone too rose, her tone uncharacteristically dry. "The boy will not know what to expect, I'm sure he is-"

"Frightened? As he should be!" The sound of Nico's footsteps pulled the God's attention away from his wife and onto his demi-god son. There was no denying the pride he felt whenever he saw the boy but Hades hid it to push Nico farther to the greatness he was capable of. Sure, he wasn't Bianca, but Nico was all he had left of his Maria and that was something. "Just in time," Hades returned to his thrown and leaned his back against the bones. "You've done well Nico, I half expected you to arrive in the next day." With a quick raise of his brow he gave his son a curt nod before his eyes moved over to Johnathan. "And this..."

"Jonathan," Persephone took a few steps forward to the young demi-god. Her aura changing around her, as if the colors of her dress intensified. She gave Johnathan a warm smile despite Hades' grunt in the background. "My dear boy, You've grown," she extended her arm and rested her palm on the side of his face. "You look so much like your father."

[Johnathan Thales]

Johnathan continued to follow Nico, he thought it best since his step-brother knew where they were going and he didn't. The approach of the hell hounds made him nervous. He had been accustomed to seeing Mrs. O'Leary around camp but the three beasts before him didn't seem so nice. Johnathan watched Nico send them away after saying something in Greek. "Well, guess I'm not unwanted. Probably need to invest in a Greek dictionary." he mentioned as an afterthought.

Continuing on, they came upon the Furies, the one he saw at camp was with them. Johnathan guessed Alecto was Hades favorite or something. The quietness seemed awkward. He wondered if the shouting would continue once everything was settled. They entered the throne room and Johnathan finally got to see what his mother looked like, in person. He had always wondered, and now he finally knew the answer. His mother didn't seem all that bad, but first impressions could be wrong.

Johnathan glanced at his step-father, the man sent chills down the younger demi-gods spine. He felt uneasy under the god of death's steady gaze. He looked up at his mother's face as she touched his cheek. "Funny, dad always said I looked like you." he said in response to his mother's comment. He wondered if that was considered back talking, just because Persephone was his mom didn't mean that as a god she wouldn't have rules.

[Nico di Angelo]

Walking tall, he stopped at the front of Hades' thrown and bent forward in a quick bow. "Thanks," was all he could muster up to say at that moment, deciding to just ignore the slight bit of insult in the God's previous words. Once he straightened himself up his attention moved over to the demi-god he had escorted and the Goddess of Springtime. "Why is she here?" he asked slightly displeased, though he figured it was because of the current situation. Otherwise he was sure Persephone would be spending her time out in fields of flowers or whatever it was she did when she wasn't bound to the Underworld during this time of the year. He watched the son reunite with his mother and Nico couldn't help but feel a knot of jealousy at the pit of his stomach. He felt slightly out of place, wondering why int he world he was even here.

With a roll of his eyes he crossed his arms over his chest and moved his neck so that the demi-god could properly look over at his father. "You know, I'm not entirely a fan of all this lovey-dovey, family union stuff. Something tells me, you're not either. So... why?" Nico was no fool. His having to be dragged out of camp grounds, to supervise who he supposed was now his step-brother, seemed more than just entertainment for the Gods. He figured this was probably Hades' way of letting know who was the one in charge. And while Nico appreciated the fact that the God was basically showing him off, the demi-god didn't entirely like being a part of "My son is better than yours".

[Its All Greek to Me]

"Ah, Caleb... such a sweet man." Her eyes shifted slightly to the side, as if expecting an attack from her husband but none came. Tucking a lock of her flowery scented hair behind her ear, she placed her free hand on top of Johnathan's head. She studied him for one final time before patting him and then picking up the hem of her dress. In an elegant movement, she walked back to her throne. "You have seen him," she began with a hint of annoyance. "Now they may go?" For as much as she detested the idea of the two demi-gods traveling together she would have preferred it over any other thoughts going through her mind.

The Lord of the underworld expressed a few tuts before his usual twisted grin etched his facial features again. "But Dear," he began with heavy sarcasm as he motioned a hand towards the two demi-gods. "They've only just got here!" With a snap of his fingers the ground of the thrown room began to vibrate as a heavy smoke hovered over it. Another moment and the ground began to expand till it was the comfortable size for certain entertainment purposes. As the smoke dissipated a number of weapons and shields revealed themselves on the stone ground. "I would much like to see what the child can do, don't you? Don't worry, I doubt Nico can kill him." He ignored whatever protests his son might have expressed and gave Persephone a cold look.

Persephone stiffened, making a point not to look at Johnathan at this moment. "I must protest my lord!"

"What is there to protest?" Hades raised his voice carried out in an chilling echo by the added space in the throne room. "This is my Palace, and this my domain. If I say it, so it shall be." There was nothing left for Persephone to say on the matter, he was right.

"I do not wish him dead," she finally expressed with a heavy sigh.

"No, no of course not," he chuckled as he looked over to his son. "Got that Nico? Spill his blood, remove a limb or two... just don't kill him." He didn't expect any of this from his son of course and the fact was somewhat frustrating. He could see the power his son radiated. His mortal body played host to a skilled and powerful warrior. A warrior that constantly held back, much to his annoyance. Would Johnathan hold the same hesitation? Hades expected as much considering his wife.

"It's all right Johnathan," Persephone looked at her son with a longing to aid him. But as a God she was bound to the rules of interference. With another God present, there was no way she could help the young demi-god in this time of need. "You have been trained at camp," she reminded him. "Just remember your training."

[Nico di Angelo]

But dear? Oh, Nico did not like the sound of that. He shifted his feet as the ground beneath him began to move. He expressed a low groan as he stepped closer towards the throwns, as if they'd serve as some form of safe haven for whatever it was that was about to happen. "Wait... KILL?" the words had barely registered in the demi-god's mind as his dark hues shifted over towards Johnathan, listening to the volley of words between the two Gods. He could feel his saliva collecting in the back of his throat before nervously swallowing, his Adam's apple moving in an unsure kind of manner. He hadn't expect this, not against his newly claimed step-brother. A monster or two, maybe even one of the minor gods that inhabited the area but not fighting Johnathan, not a kid. Nico hadn't payed too much mind to him, he hardly ever did to anyone not directly linked to him or the people he called his friends, now he was forced to draw weapons against him? He sighed, lowering his neck and shaking his head in a disapproving sort of manner.

"Fine." Nico wasn't going to draw displeasure from the God after having impressed him as much as he had so far. Any sign of rebellion would skew his father's view of him and he had fought too much for it. He kept his line of sight away from the thrones, for fear of loosing his nerve, and removed the leather aviator he was wearing. Dropping the jacket on the ground by his feet he took a step forward, the features of his face rigid at the idea of this battle. Wrapping his digits around the hilt of his sword he drew it, the sound of his Strygin iron echoing in the vastness the room had now created. Now, more than ever, he had wished none of this had happened. That he was back at camp with Anya, or in his cabin reading, anywhere doing anything but this. He studied Johnathan, assuming by what he saw that the child held little to no actual power. If he hoped to bring some fight out of him, then the Ghost King would have to be harsh.

"Choose your weapon then," he tightened his grip on his sword and stitched his brows together. "Or do you not want to impress your Mumzy?" he began in a taunt. "Maybe you'll be better off starting a little garden at camp? And leave the fighting to those of us who actually can." He had intended on annoying Johnathan, maybe even angering him enough to let it drive him to actually battle. However, the enjoyment the Son of Hades was feeling over the matter had been unexpected, like it was natural. Before he even realized it, he was smirking.

[Johnathan Thales]

Johnathan glanced between the two Gods in fear. He didn't want to hurt anybody. He was supposed to be one of those kids that no one notices, that has no purpose in life, and then just at a drop of a hat, he was sent to a camp for kids weren't normal. Kids with power, so far he didn't even know if he had power, he didn't count growing a garden as a power cause honestly anybody could do it. Just the fact he turned out to be a child of Persephone, only made him better at it.

He swallowed down air, as his mouth had gone dry at the prospect of fighting Nico. The older boy had been training longer than he, but Johnathan knew he wasn't bad at fighting he just chose not to. But now he had someone to impress, his mother, to show her she didn't have some pansy for a son. He removed his gaze from his mother and focused his attention on Nico. This was his chance to prove himself, not just for his mother, but to himself. To prove he was meant to be a demi-god, and not just a waste of space.

The prodding and teasing from Nico, flared up feelings that Johnathan did not want to recognize. Annoyance was understandable, as was the anger, but hate, how could anyone hate someone they just met. Johnathan didn't even know Nico, in fact they had just met face to face. Before both were just names in a crowd with a face. He grinned when he noticed the weapon of his choice, the club was laying underneath a spear and a couple swords. The young boy reached and pulled it out and felt the feeling of home. The club may not be much against Nico's sword, but if said person knew how to use it, the weapon could be put to good use. He looked up at Nico in expectationk, "Well, ready to show your dad you can put a little kid in his place, sounds low even for you, beating up on little kids." Johnathan said all fear put aside for now.