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Today was school. And I'm excited. Why? You may ask. Simply because Leo made a device that translates english to ancient greek. I don't know what I'd do without that crazy man(Don't tell him that!).

The device is a small  crimson rock which scans the board, and beams the info into the device.

when you press a button on the top of it, it can create The Mist, which makes the ancient greek  look like english to a mortal.

I skipped my way to school. Wow, Ghost King is skipping, the world has ended.

The school I'm going to is called "Gotham Academy".

The others go there to. I reached the gate of school in 5 minutes(I'm a Demigod, what do you expect?) and it was bustling with people. I'm in 4th grade, so I climb the steps and go to my first class, history.

I was in 4rth grade due to some er-issues at Westover.(Thanks for pointing this out  @PotatoFishees and @ommpagurl and some more problems in the chapter👍🏻)

I like history, simply because I can learn all about what happened when I was in the Lotus Casino, and not look like a total dork who was born in 19s to my adopted brothers.

I came late, so that I could skip breakfast and not get eyeballed mercilessly by other students, thinking why is a 15yr old in 4rth grade. Thankfully my adopted brothers don't care much.

The teacher, Ms. Smith, was blabbering about something, but luckily she was writing it down on the board as well. So I grabbed my glasses from my bag, and wore them. Instantly, the words stopped doing 180s as if riding skateboards and were remaining fixed in one place.

So all I had to do was try to listen and note down what Ms. Smith was talking. But I doubted I could write a word—let alone a sentence with the speed and the monotone buzz she was talking at. It was like a robot took too much caffeine and starting blurting out information as fast as possible.

After the class was over, I took off the glasses and placed it in my bag. If someone stole it, it would reappear in my pocket, just like Percy's pen.

A hecate camper helped Leo enchant it and duplicate it as well.

So Leo is basically rich. He has been selling this things as "McShizzle merchandise.He gave the seven for free though. He thought I was a bit creepy and intimidating and hurriedly gave the glasses for free to me.

All the other classes were the same. I used my glasses to jot down notes. and tried my best to listen. It might help if I have extensive knowledge of many things. But ADHD kicked in and I stopped listening within the first 3 minutes.

Speaking of Percy, I was going to the bathroom, and an iris message appeared.

'Neeks, how are you lil' bro?' Percy asked with a mischievous smile on his face.

'If you call me that I will run you through,' I said

Percy grinned and said "Sure you will, but you gotta catch me first with your small legs'.

I rolled my eyes and told him about how I accidentally shadow travelled here.

'NEEKS YOU USED UNDERWORLD MAGIC WITHOUT MY PERMISSION?' A voice said in anger.

Uh oh.

Will shoved Percy aside and lectured me on never listening.

'Neeks are you even listening?' Will asked exasperatedly

Only Will can call me Neeks, anyone else I will run them through.

'No..?' I replied

Will sighed and said 'Just be careful, I don't want you to be stupid and kill yourself,'

'I'll try,' I said

Will rolled his eyes and said 'Nico, the reason no one is talking to you at camp is because you aren't even trying to socialise , I'm your Doctor, don't argue with me, I know what's best.'

'Ok, bye, love you' I said and cut the message

I sighed. It was true. I didn't talk to them because I thought they would shun me.

I felt someone outside the bathroom after I cut the call. Whoever they were probably didn't hear anything except bye, as i couldn't sense them for almost the entire conversation.

I slammed the door open.

Dick POV

I was speeding down the stairs. I'll be late for Lunch and I was awfully hungry. Happens when you waste so many precious hours on boring school.

On my way, I heard voices in the bathroom. I heard Nico's voice faintly saying ve-bye.There was more to the conversation as a little was cut out.

Before I could react the door was slammed open and Nico swiftly turned to me.

'What are you doing here?' He asked, even though I knew he knew why I was here. His cold, black obsidian eyes were almost burning with anger, and I unknowingly flinched.

The only kid who could make me flinch with a glare was Damian.

Something told me not to hang around when he was angry.

'Uh gotta go to the bathroom?' I bolted inside and saw him raise his eyebrows.

That's such a bad excuse I curse at myself  mentally. I heard echoing footsteps. He left. I slowly opened the door, not wanting to get jump-scared by the little boy and went to the lunch hall.

Nico POV

I was sitting alone in on a table. Good thing, because I would embarrass the life out of me.

I jinxed myself as a boy in 6th grade came up to me and sat there, next to me. The boy was scrawny boy with short, messy red hair, with brown eyes.

'My name is Donatello Esposito ' he said and stretched out a hand

I shook it and said 'Nico Di Angelo,'

'Hey! We both are Italian,'The redhead said excitedly.

'Ti piace McDonalds?'(Do you like McDonalds?) I asked him

'Sì perché?'(Yes, why?) Donatello asked.

'Perché se non ti piacesse ti picchierei,' (Because if you didn't like I would beat you up)

He chuckled nervously.

I grinned and glanced at the boy. 'I was just joking,' I said in english.

As we filed out of the Lunch hall, wee talked about many things, and he was dumbfounded about me not knowing the local superheroes of Gotham.

I was enjoying myself with Donatello, it was weird like, he understood me.

'My parents died in a car accident, the stupid truck driver was drunk and couldn't see' He said with a heavy heart. 'Now I live with my Gran in Gotham'.

'Your parents would be proud of you,' I said, feeling terrible for his loss. I knew that saying "I'm so sorry" wouldn't be of much use, so I used a different tactic.

'Really?' He asked in a clearly confused tone.

'One hundred percent,' I said.

I wasn't saying that for nothing, the kid could make stuff out of nothing. He had an overly creative mind—and was very interested in fiction. Typically magic. I had no idea if this was a demigod sign—or just his hobby.

As we were about to leave, Mr. Victor stopped us.

'I would like to have a chat with you both' He said.

I gripped my skull ring. I didn't like this one bit. A feeling of danger oozed from his being. But I didn't have a choice. If I refused, it would cause suspicion and draw attention. Me and Donatello followed him into the detention room. Mr. Victor turned into a reptilian lady and turned around.

Dracaenae I thought as I twisted my skull ring and it turned into a midnight black stygian sword.

Donatello let out a shrill scream and an behind one of the tables. What was most surprising was that the dracaenae produced handguns and cocked them at me.

I shadow travelled behind one of the dracaenae and sliced her head off. She exploded in to golden dust.

I turned around and a bullet ping-ponged around the room, narrowly missing Donatello's thigh behind the table.

He gave out a short whimper and started shaking.

He can see them  I thought.

Her aim was absolutely horrendous and I stabbed her abdomen. She exploded into dust.

I whirled around just as a bulltet hit my thigh, immobilising me.

A searing pain shot up my leg and I groaned and fell to the floor, clutching the bullet wound.

'Die!' Mr.Victor's assistant said, who entered the room as soon as she heard bullets. She pointed the gun at my head and squeezing the trigger. I had no idea how she moved so quickly. I screwed my eyes shut and waited for the sound of a bullet.

When no sound came, I opened my eyes and saw Donatello thrust his arm forward. Mr.Victor's assistant turned into a mouse and the gun clattered on the floor.

His assistant now scuttled away from us in rapid movements.

Donatello looked amazed, but quickly ran towards me.

'Are you ok?' He questioned. I gestured to the square of Ambrosia and pointed to my mouth.

He nodded and took it and gave it to me. I ate a bit and instantly felt better.

I placed the rest of the Ambrosia in the box and grabbed Donatello's hand and  shadow travelled into my room at Wayne Manor.

I made him sit on the bed and started explaining everything.

'So most monsters don't use guns?' He said.

'Yes,' I replied.

'Your taking this news surprisingly well,' I said observingly.

He shrugged and said 'It explains all the strange things.'

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

I sighed.

It was time to reveal our true selfs.