It took me forever to get back to sleep. The thought kept coming back to me.

Nico is coming to kill me.

Nico. Is coming. To kill me.

Nico is coming to get revenge.

Revenge for his sister.

Kinda hard to sleep with that happy thought running through your head.

When I finally did fall asleep, I found myself looking at Nico, again. He was standing in virtually the same place he had in the Iris-Message. But this time, he whirled around and looked straight at me.

"You." His young face was full of loathing.

My voice was so quiet I could barely hear it, "Hey, Nico."

"How long have you been standing there?"

I swallowed, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. "Not long," I didn't feel like telling him about the Iris-Message, considering it didn't look like he was the one that sent it.

"What are you doing here? Have you come to kill me, too?"

"Nico... I'm really sorry."

"Yeah. Like heck you are."

"No, I mean it. It- it was my fault; Bianca's death. I could have prevented it."

He studied me, like he couldn't believe I was fessing up.

"On the quest, we were fighting this huge automaton. There was a door for maintenance on the bottom of its foot that led to the controls. Bianca told me to distract him so she could climb up in there. She- she didn't make it out when the thing got electrocuted and caught on fire. She was a hero. But I shouldn't have let her go. I should have insisted on doing it. Maybe then, none of this would have happened."

His eyes burned with fury (not literally, like Ares'; just figuratively). "Why are you here? Surely not to just suck-up to me, hoping I won't kill you."

I shook my head. "I wanted to make it up to you."

"Why? You can't bring her back."

I went for the red wire, hoping it wouldn't blow up in my face. "I heard what you were talking to that ghost about. About... bringing her back. About taking another soul for hers."

"You what?"

"And I... I-" I tried to think of the right way to put it. "I want you to... to take mine for hers."

His expression changed, "I have been waiting for you to say that ever since you got here." He drew his sword, which I hadn't noticed before. It was completely black. "This is Stygian Iron. It allows me more control over the dead. And, it assists in making those who aren't dead become dead. Get a good look at it, because it will be the last thing you ever see."

He lunged. I looked down, and saw the jet-black blade buried in my stomach. I didn't feel anything, but I sensed myself rising. For a moment, I caught a glimpse of Bianca Di Angelo's ghostly face. Then, I was being pulled towards Hades' palace.


I awoke in a cold sweat.

I was still alive.

That was a good sign.

Later, when I told Anabeth and Grover about the Iris-Message, I tried to tell them about my dream, but I couldn't seem to remember it.

Only now, after the battle with Kronos, do I remember it. I don't know if it was real or not. Every time I try to tell someone about it, I forget instantly.

I wonder... If I tried to tell Nico, would I be able to?