There had been recent rumors of a son of Eros, a demigod… you. Nico hadn’t been pleased to hear of you, he still hated your godly parent and for good reason. Eros had brutally outed Nico during the mission he did with Jason, of course he hated the god. His hate for your father turned to a grudge against you.

Nico knew you’d get to Camp Half Blood soon, just as many other demigods went to camp as teens. He didn’t want to meet you, why would he? He assumed you’d be just as bad as your father.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You’d been running through Long Island for a while, trying to escape monsters. You were pretty beaten up like any other half blood on their way to camp would be. You’d bent told to find the camp, and the directions were as vague as ever, but good enough.

You eventually got to the camp’s forest, running through it, avoiding its monsters and hidden treasures like the plague. To Nico’s displeasure, you bursted into the small clearing he’d been sitting in. You looked like a mess, your hair unkept, your breath ragged from running and fighting for such an extended period, your clothes torn with some of your own and some monster’s blood on them.