No one was better at telling campfire stories than Nico. Everyone knew that.

All the campers were sitting around the campfire, sharing scary stories. But when it was Nico's turn to tell the story, a hush fell around them, his voice sending chills down everyone's spine and calling for their attention. After all, who would want to interrupt a child of Hades?

Nico used his powers when telling the story; using the shadows to summon skeletons to scare people, open fishers to wake up or startle bored campers and summoning zombies to grab people's arms and legs at appropriate moments.

Nico was the best, and no one disagreed, not even the strongest Ares camper could sleep at night after he was finished. Nor did they want to. After his story, you placed your hand on top of his, and looked down at him, a little concerned.

"I think you scared the little ones," you said. Nico sighed dejectedly.

"Fine, I'll go apologise to them..." he groaned. You grinned, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Go on then!" you exclaimed, ushering him to go comfort the little kids who were shaking and crying.*