How Nico Met Morgan – Pt. II

From Toledo to Detroit
Toledo Station, 8 am

The morning in Toledo was beautiful and cold, with the sun still partially hidden by clouds. Morgan removed her backpack from her shoulder, sitting in the waiting area, leaving all her belongings between her legs. Nico took her side, lifting the collar of his aviator coat, and zipping up, hiding the skull shirt.

– It looks like we might be here for a while.
– Yeah. – Morgan sighed – when I said I was going to Detroit by train, everyone suggested I’d take a plane just because of the bus trip. But traveling through the sky doesn’t seem, to me, a truly healthy option.
– I understand you perfectly.

They sighed together.

When Morgan learned the whereabouts of the book shewas looking for, days ago, never occurred to her that she would have company to travel. She lived in Brooklyn with other five brothers and an aggregate of the family. Titania, the oldest daughter of Hecate in the house was who rule it all, while Morgan and the others scrambled to gather and ensure the safety of other children of Hecate scattered around, before the construction of the Cabin at Camp Half-Blood. The task was hard and involved great difficulties and distances, but all were accustomed to the hard and severe training from Titania, so travelling looking for people was a breeze. The house was always bustling and noisy, so travelling were felt in a lonely way and the time was perceived in a very slow manner, so Morgan had become accustomed to taking things that could distract her. The company of Nico was nice and easy to deal with, but only when they arrived in Toledo she realized how much she was rusty in this thing called “social interaction”.
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Como Nico conheceu Morgan – Pt. II

De Toledo à Detroit
Estação de Toledo, 8h

A manhã em Toledo era bonita e gelada, com o sol ainda parcialmente escondido pelas nuvens. Morgan tirou a mochila do ombro, sentando-se na área de espera, deixando todos os seus pertences juntos de suas pernas. Nico tomou seu lado, levantando a gola do casaco tipo aviador e fechando o zíper, escondendo a camiseta de caveira.

– Parece que vamos ficar aqui algum tempo.
– É. – Morgan suspirou – quando eu disse que vinha à Detroit de trem, me sugeriram pegar um avião justamente por causa do trecho de ônibus. Mas viajar pelo céu não pareceu uma opção realmente saudável.
– Te entendo perfeitamente.

Eles suspiraram, em conjunto.

Quando Morgan soubera do paradeiro do livro, dias atrás, jamais lhe passara pela cabeça que teria companhia para a viagem. Ela vivia no Brooklyn com mais cinco irmãos e um agregado da família. Titânia, a filha de Hecate mais velha da casa, era quem administrava tudo enquanto Morgan e os outros se esforçavam para reunir e garantir a segurança de outros filhos de Hecate espalhados por aí, antes da construção do chalé no Acampamento Meio-Sangue. A tarefa era difícil e envolvia grandes dificuldades e distâncias, mas todos estavam acostumados ao treinamento árduo e severo de Titânia, então viajar procurando pessoas era moleza. A casa era sempre agitada e barulhenta, por isso as viagens eram sentidas de maneira solitária e o tempo era percebido de maneira muito lenta, mas por isso mesmo Morgan tinha acostumado-se a levar coisas com as quais pudesse se distrair. A companhia de Nico era agradável e simples de lidar, mas só quando chegou em Toledo ela percebeu o quanto estava enferrujada nesse negócio chamado “interação social”.

– Bom… e o que você está indo fazer em Detroit?
– Sobre isso… – ele desviou o olhar para a estrada – é complicado.
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How Nico Met Morgan – Pt. I

New York to Toledo
New York , Albany Station , 20h

Nico di Angelo has emerged from a shadow in the station. The mortals flow was not great in that part of the train station so he was not worried about whether or not he had been seen. Since he had begun his quest for the Doors of Death, a few months before, from time to time the boy returned to the human world to get some rest of his solo mission. Time passed and he was getting absolutely no idea of where he still could look , which made him worried. There were few places where he had not sought and the other options were not encouraging.

He headed for the exit of the station when, over the conversations of the people, steps coming and going, suitcases wheels running on the floor and speakers with ads about the hours, arrive and departure of trains, he had the impression of hearing a melody. Started low and quite timid, but gradually began to gain momentum, as the boy approached the source to see what other people in the station had stopped to see too. There, with a mahogany colored guitar hanging in a sling, a girl presented itself, the open guitar case on the floor, probably to receive tips. When she started singing it was like hearing the voice of the own nymphs, sweet and smooth, but there was a deep note of melancholy in the music pauses. The shiny black hair was loose underneath wool beret and a few strands hung down over her shoulders as she moved. A black coat, also of wool, slipped a bit of a shoulder, being lower than the other side, along with the sleeves who almost covered her fingers, giving it an asymmetric and careless charm, enhanced by shabby boots and long scarf. Anyway, when the song ended, she made a quick curtsy, almost losing his glasses made of silver fine hoop, quickly adjusting it with one hand. His talent out amply rewarded by people, who soon returned to their routines as if that song had never passed them by ear, but it did not seem to bother the girl, who was put to pack her things. Nico was stunned, the only one who had not moved from his place yet.

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House of Hades – Chapter VIII – Nico

Few things had taken Nico’s his life; the death of Bianca, getting stuck inside an amphora for a week, and now he could add to the list in formation: “witness a fight between two demigods in the middle of a storm”. A mixture of admiration and apprehension took over the boy when Morgan jumped over Jason with all her might, staring the son of Jupiter with the eyes of a predator. Curiosly, that Morgan reminded him very little of the Morgan he had known and helped to fight in the Central Park, many months before, but he had no doubt that he could heavily rely on someone who advocated theirs causes with such commitment and ferocity.

She was talking with Leo, tendeding the wound in her leg, seated on the deck of the Argus II. Nico had recovered the the daughter of Hecate’s rifle with sawed barrel of and now was heading towards the duo, to return it. Morgan was wobbling, seated, probably trying to scare away the pain, but incredibly she managed a smile when she noticed Nico nearby, just the way he saw her smile several times before.
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House of Hades – Chapter VII – Morgan

Earlier, when Morgan had left to check which points she would use to the magic barrier for the camp, she noticed an unnatural disturbance in the wind. If she still remembered well her training with her master, that meant that the spirits of nature were moving, although she didn’t knew where nor why. When she returned to camp the tempers were not the best, but wasn’t like they could, with all that storm falling endlessly. She thought it was best not to ask unnecessary questions, and when Leo asked everyone to help him fix the deck, she did not question the sudden rush.

And now she was with her sawed-off shotgun with non-lethal rubber ammunition, aimed towards the face of Jason Grace, the bully praetor, demanding the withdraw of his offenses  against her brothers at that moment, or she would be willing to put “non-lethal” to test, with point-blank shots.

– Apologize for the shit you said Grace, or I’ll shoot you until you regret it!
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