A story about a boy's journey to knowledge and self-discovery. The questions Riordan left about his little Nico di Angelo will perhaps be answered.
Nico had no idea how long he had been walking, but he could only hope it had been awhile. With no sun or moon to tell what the time of day it was, his sore limbs were his only tell. However, his endurance was still something to be desired, or at least that was the last thing that Chiron had told him at camp. It could have been hours, days, or only thirty minutes. Either way, he knew he needed to rest. The only problem was that he did not see anywhere safe to rest. He had no idea if people were chasing him. He doubted that Nyx would think kindly of his storming out and his father’s guards would have had to notice his absence by now.
How long had he spent in Erebos? It could not have been very long. It felt like only a few hours, but time worked differently in certain realms, o