Silver Bow

I open the door and see a teenage boy with messy black hair and black eyes.

"Uh...Can I help you?" I ask.

"Can I come in?" he asks, playing with a silver skull ring on his right middle finger. "My name's Nico di Angelo."


When fifteen year old Celeste Arya is introduced to the world of Greek mythology by a strange boy with black eyes, her life is completely switched around. What happens when she finds out she was never meant to be born? Will Celeste live until her sixteenth birthday or will she die saving her mother's skin?


2. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood

Nico's P.O.V.


I shadow travel to the girl's house. Chiron sent me, for some bizarre reason. I'm not likable and I'm not a people person. So why send me to bring a demigod to camp? I get that she's important, but still.

I awkwardly ring the doorbell and wait, painfully aware of how out of place I look. The door opens and my breath is knocked from my chest when I see her. Long, black hair and stunning silver eyes that are unnerving, yet beautiful. Angled bangs fall over her right eye and she pushes them out of the way.

"Uh...Can I help you?" she asks. Gods, even her voice is beautiful.

"Can I come in?" I ask and awkwardly play with my silver skull ring. "My name's Nico di Angelo."

"Depends. You gonna try to kill me with that sword?" she asks, gesturing to the Stygian Iron sword hanging from my waist.

"Not at all," I reply. "I just want to talk to you."

"Alright," she agrees and opens the door wider. "Come in."

I walk inside, observing the girl. She wears black ripped skinny jeans, a tight black t-shirt, and silver combat boots. She leads me to the living room and we sit down across from each other.

"I'm Celeste Silver Arya," she says. "Now why do you want to talk to me?"

"Well, do you believe in the Greek gods? Or have you ever heard of them?" I ask carefully.

"I've been reading the myths since I was young," she replies cautiously.

"Well, Celeste, the gods are real," I try to explain. I'm not good at this. "And, sometimes, they have children with mortals. Those children are called demigods, which you probably know. There's a camp for demigods to train in safety. It's called Camp Half-Blood.

"I'm a demigod. The son of Hades. And I was sent to bring you to camp. You're a very important demigod, Celeste. Chiron the centaur is the activities director and he had me come here so I can bring you to camp, where you'll train and learn to defend yourself against the monsters."

She's silent for a while.

"That explains the drakon."




Celeste's P.O.V.


Everything begins to make sense. The Cyclopes, the snake women, the drakon that attacked a few months ago. I defeated it, of course, but not before a long, hard fight.

"That explains the drakon," I finally say.

"Drakon?!" Nico chokes, his eyes wide.

"A few months ago. I took care of it, though."

"By yourself?!"

"Well, yeah"

He stares at me, his jaw dropped. After several seconds, he finally regains his composure and shakes his head.

"We need to get to camp. Pack a bag, okay? You won't need much, though. Just a change of clothes and a toothbrush. The Aphrodite and Hermes kids can get you the rest. I can help, too," he explains and I nod.

I go up to my room and grab a random backpack, shoving in clothes and all the money I have saved up. There's nothing I particularly want to bring besides my journal, some pens, my Black Veil Brides bracelets, and my makeup. I grab it all and place the items in my bag before going downstairs. Nico's where I left him, anxiously tapping one of his combat boot-covered feet. My hair's tied back in a French twist and my silver arrow necklace dangles from around my neck. I write a quick note to my dad and leave it on the counter for whenever he comes home again.

"Hey," he says. "You ready to go?"

"I guess," I say, smiling slightly.




"So what's camp like?" I ask Nico as we walk down the street. Only a few minutes until dusk, which is when Nico said we can shadow travel to camp. Better concealment or something.

"It's okay," he shrugs. "It'll be better for you, though. Since you're not a child of the Underworld."

"How do you know?" I ask curiously.

"I can just tell. Anyone from the Underworld has a certain look to them. Trust me, it's not a look you want," he says ruefully. Thinking for a second, he reaches his hand into his aviator jacket's pocket. He extracts a silver bracelet. "By the way, I want you to have this."

"Really?" I ask, flattered.

"I found it when I was visiting my dad a few months ago. I've been waiting for the right person to give it to and I've decided that's you," he admits, slipping the bracelet around my wrist.

It's beautiful, consisting of silver skulls separated from the next by a vertical silver rectangle. The eyes of the skulls are black onyx and I can't help but notice the red tint on Nico's cheeks. It's beautifully polished and looks as if it's worth thousands of dollars.

"Thank you," I say, truly grateful. "It's beautiful."

"So you like it?" he asks anxiously.

"I love it," I admit.

It grows darker and once the sun is nearly set, we turn into a dark alley.

"Just hold my hand, keep your eyes closed, and don't stop running. Also, whatever you do, do not let go of my hand," Nico instructs seriously and I nod. He grabs my hand and we run into the shadows. I feel my grip faltering, but I still hold on. Finally, he pulls us out of the darkness and I fall to the ground, lightheaded and nauseous.

"That happens," Nico says, shaking his head. He easily lifts me into his arms and carries me into what I assume is camp. My head is spinning and I know it would be impossible for me to stand on my own. The last thing I hear before I black out is, "Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, Cel."

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