It was late, near midnight at most. The moon barely lit up the ground, though gleamed against the blades of grass sticking up amongst the field. It was quiet, except for a few scatters here and there of nocturnal animals. It was calm.

Beautifully calm.

A young male sat in the middle of the field, placing several cards down on the grass. His dark brown hair was tousled horribly, hazel eyes scanning each and every card quietly.

A soft growl came from the male, quickly picking up each card and shoving them into his jacket pocket, now just sitting in a field for no real reason at that.

"Stupid mythomagic..." The brunette spoke, now lying down on the grass, hands resting on his stomach. His mind drifted several places as he stared at the sky.

"If it didn't exist, Bianca wouldn't be... Now is not the time to think about that, di Angelo. You told yourself that..." A sigh of exasperation filled the silence. Hands found their way to the young male's face, frantically wiping against his eyes. Was he actually tearing up at this?

"Ugh!" His voice seemingly echoed in the quiet. The di Angelo stayed on the grass, his eyes now closed. This was already a bad day, he hated this. He hated this. Probably because, today was already a horrible day.

Why was he still awake? Who knows, he couldn't sleep right now. Really hard to whenever you slept that day until three. You know, he needed to stop being nitpicky, he could deal with pulling an all nighter, he did a couple of times and it was fucking horrible.

"di Angelo, you idiot. Maybe if you fell asleep at reasonable times this wouldn't happen." He spoke to himself, digging in his pocket until he found the small figurine. It was the mythomagic version of the God Hades. "This is what killed her, this tiny figurine that I doubt I even need."

He pushed himself up so his back was no longer connected with the ground. And then actually stood up.

Slim fingers curled around the thin figurine before the di Angelo inhaled quietly, letting his fingers go loose. In a few moments, the hades figurine was on the ground, to be forgotten about sooner or later.

Footsteps then landed across the grass, crushing the blades against his feet. "Guess I have to go to camp now, jeez, I don't want to." Was he actually crying again? Fuck. Fuck him. He hated everything about this even more.

Hands rubbed against the hazel orbs again, trying to get rid of the tears. "Nico di Angelo, get your fucking act together."