Stories from Camp Halfblood: Legends of the Heroes

by Amy Laine

I have to search my memory to remember who her brother is. Skinny, pale and an Aviator jacket. Nico di Angelo. He was the creepiest and unsettling demigod I have ever met. And don’t get me started on his sword. Stygian Iron I think it’s called. If he hits you with it, you’re soul’s essence gets sucked into it like a vacuum cleaner. Very scary.

  He’s a son of Pluto, just like Hazel…but for some reason the room always feels unsafe with him around. Never with Hazel- she’s so positive and full of (good) energy.

  “So…” I chose my words carefully, “If you only got here last month…are you immortal?” I curse my stupid questions, when Hazel glares at me.

  “Really Lightning Boy?” She snarls. “Do I look immortal to you?” I take one glance at her shabby hair, ripped jeans and weary eyes and decide she’s not.

  I’m about to scream at her for calling me ‘Lightning Boy’ again when she wipes the tears from her eyes. And begins her story.