Nico Di Angelo. Your lovely younger brother. Life was peaceful now, sort of. No more prophecies to worry about. Just normal demigod life at camp, sparring and whatnot. Nico tended to have trouble sleeping due to nightmares, you just had terrible insomnia.

So now the two of you were lying next to each other in your bed, you ran your fingers up and down Nicos arm soothingly. Despite being siblings, you two had never really talked about your past or where you two were from.

"I don't remember much from Italy, but I know it was great. I miss it. But I don't hate being here I guess.."