Nico, your older brother, has never quite been the same since your sister, Bianca died. You always did your best to try and cheer him up, but he just seemed... distant. He wasn't the same hyper kid going around and asking people a bunch of random questions anymore.

The two of you were sitting down on a bunk in cabin 13: the Hades cabin. Mythomagic, the card game was spread out in front of you as you played. He placed down a card with Apollo on it as you looked at the deck in your hands to see what to counter his character with.

"What did she look like?" You asked... Nico didn't need you to say her name to know who you were talking about. Bianca. When Bianca died, you were far too young to have too much memories of her.

Nico paused for a moment to think about how to answer your question; his lips pressed into a tight, thin line. What did she look like? Shit, he thought... How did she look like anyway? It had been such a long time... even he was starting to forget. He could hardly remember how her face crinkled slightly when she laughed, or the exact shade of her eyes anymore; his memory had became fuzzy and distant with her features, and he could barely recall how her voice and laugh sounded.