Prologue
My name is Nico di Angelo. I'm engaged. I live in a small town, and I own an antique shop. I might be just like you. Except from the time I was little boy I knew I could talk to the dead. Earthbound spirits, my sister used to call them. They are stuck here because they have some unfinished business, and they come to me for help.
Will and I were looking over our wedding invitations.
"So if we invite all of your family, we would have to rent out bigger venue." I teased Will who just stuck out his tongue at me.
"Have you decided who's your best man going to be?" Will asked as he hugged me from behind.
I could feel his breath and warmth around me, and I couldn't stop myself from smiling.
"As a matter of fact I did." I turned around to face him. His beautiful sparkling blue eyes were shining. I love getting lost in them so much. "Jason," I could see Will trying to hide his shock, biting his lips, his eyes darting away from me. I let out a laugh. "Will be pissed, that I chose Hazel to walk me down the aisle."
Will laughed, and it was best sound I ever heard in my life. He kissed me, I could feel butterflies in my stomach. Sadly he pulled away too quickly.
"So the list?" Will said, "We have to invite our families and friends."
I rolled my eyes, "Says Mr Popular. How are we going to fit them all in that small space."
"Come on, Nico. That place is enough for fifty people at least."
I smirked and turned away from my fiance. I picked up the list of people he wanted to be at our wedding. My hands became numb. I couldn't breathe. Room around me was flooded with icy cold water. I could feel water going into my lungs. Will grabbed me by my biceps, and turned me towards him. I gasped for air.
"-ico? Nico!"
"I'm fine."
"Ghost thing again?" he asked. I only nodded. He asked me if I wanted to talk about the vision, but I refused.
"You'll be late for your shift." I argued. Will looked at me as if he wasn't sure if he could leave me alone.
"You will look over my guest list." He kissed me again, "Call me if you need me."
After he had left for work, I looked over the list of names he wanted to invite. His family, his friends from work.
Reyna Ramirez-Arellano, Leo Valdez, Malcom Pace.
All the names I could put a face to. Will even wanted to invite some of our friends from the summer camp where we met.
Grover Underwood, Cecil Markowich, Lou Ellen.
I could've spent hours remincing about the times we spent with each person on the list. But then a flood of memories came crushing down on me. Sea green eyes smiling at me, calling me to join him in a game of capture the flag against his girlfriend.
Percy Jackson.
Long time ago I had a crush on him, but it was more of a hero worship than an actual crush. Will knew about how I felt about Percy. I wasn't surprised that Will wanted to invite Percy to our wedding. He was the one who introduced us, indirectly. Percy told me about the camp he stayed at over summer, and how much he loved it there. Partly because of my crush, and partly because I was curious to see for myself this amazing camp, I followed Percy there, and met the most amazing guy I've ever known-my soon to be husband. Besides Will and I were both invited to Percy's wedding three years ago. I was bothered by my vision of being drowned. But without the spirit showing themselves to me, I could only guess what the vision meant. It didn't help that I knew how much Percy loved water. Did something happened to him? I couldn't be sure. I put the list down.