POV Nico

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It's been 2 weeks. I don't know if I should stay here anymore, I feel like something bad will happen if I don't go soon. So I re-pack my bag, and then I start thinking.

Where will I go? Someone probably notified Hazel, so I can't go to camp Jupiter... maybe Italy? I have no idea. I think I'll just travel through America for a while, amuse myself. Yeah, probably that.

I walk to my dad's throne room to say goodbye when I notice he's talking to one of his guards. I hide in the back until they finish talking.

"Father, I am going to go somewhere else now. I feel like someone might find me here, and I should get out some more." I say.

"Don't shadow travel too much" Hades says as if warning me to wear a helmet when I ride a bike (after we nod to each other and I begin walking to the door). I start walking to the exit and decide to sit next to the river Cocytus, thinking.

I don't think I should stay in camp anymore. Maybe, one day, after I stop having this stupid crush, I might come and talk to Will about this, but I don't intend on staying.

But where Will I go? I can't just wander around for years. We have the old house in Italy, maybe I could go there if I'm tired of traveling. I decide that's what I'll do and start walking.

But what about Percy? Annabeth? Jason? Hazel? Reyna? They all care. My heart replies. They'll be fine. Me leaving isn't going to ruin their lives. Who knows, they might also be better. I think and decide that's how I'll leave it. I get up and start walking.

Then, I hear a scream. I run to that direction and see a bunch of spirits surrounding something. I vaporize them all before they can even react, I want to see what was going on.

And I see Will, lying on the ground. He's in the fetal position, legs tucked in and he stands up slowly, shaking off the dust and saying "Thank you for saving me, ugh..." he says and turns silent when he sees it's me.

He stares at me for a split second and I stare back, completely shocked. Why is he here? Did he come for me? "Nico, just-" he says but I cut him off by running away into a shadow, not even letting him say anything, and letting it consume me. I might confront him about it sometime, but not now. I'm not ready. Just seeing him here is enough to let my butterflies burst out.

I heard him yelling sentence behind me, trying to talk, but I'm simply not ready for this yet.

So I leave. To where? I have absolutely no idea.