So, since Valentine's Day is coming up soon (like, tomorrow) I decided that since I love you all, I would re-share my copy of the Sun and the Star preview chapters. It was super difficult for me to get a copy of it so I thought I'd just make it easier for people to find. However, I understand some people don't want to see the preview, so you might wanna skip this chapter and I'll see you in the next one <3

!DISCLAIMER!

I am NOT claiming any of this work as my own. This work is 1. canon and 2. written by Rick Riordan and Mark Oshrio. This is completely unedited and I did not change a single thing (besides simple formatting). Mark did say that this is an unedited version, so the real thing will probably be different. But for now...

Enjoy~

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To all the Nicos, Wills, Pipers,

and everyone in between: this is for you.

May you shine as bright as the sun and the stars.

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"Nico di Angelo, why don't you tell me a story?"

Nico bristled at that. A story? Any old story? That seemed too easy after everything they'd been through.

After all the suffering.

He looked to Will briefly, and his boyfriend arched an eyebrow. He looked tired. Too tired. And his bandages...

Nico's stomach rolled. The gauze strips were soaked through with blood again.

He turned back to Gorgyra. "A story about what?" he asked.

The nymph examined Nico's face, then Will's. Was she going to pull soul threads out of them again?

Nico felt something brush his knuckles. He glanced down and saw that Will was trying to hold his hand. He opened his fingers and let Will slip his in between.

Nico's heart sank,

Will's grip was very weak.

Nico had to do this. He had to finish what they had started.

The whispers called out to him.

And then Gorgyra did, too.

"Tell me about the two of you," she said.

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CHAPTER ONE

Nico faced the worst decision of his life, and he was certain he was going to mess it up.

"I can't do this," he said to Will Solace, the stunningly beautiful son of Apollo, who stood across from him. But it was Austin Lake—one of Will's half-siblings—who Nico chose to focus on. He was pacing behind Will, which only made Nico more nervous.

"Stop moving, Austin," said Nico. "I can't concentrate."

"Sorry, dude," said Austin. "This is just so stressful."

"You gotta choose," Will said to Nico. "Those are the rules."

Nico frowned. "I'm the son of Hades. I don't live by most rules."

"But you did agree to these," said Kayla Knowles, another child of Apollo. She twirled a cherry lollipop in her mouth. "Are you a demigod without honor, Nico di Angelo?"

Austin kept pacing. "To be fair, I don't think this task requires any actual honor."

"Quiet!" said Nico, running his hands through his hair. What if he made the wrong choice? Would Will be disappointed in him?

But studying Will's face, Nico saw only anticipation. The good kind. Will was ready for whatever Nico would say, and no matter how this ended, Will would still think just as highly of him.

What did I ever do to deserve him? Nico wondered. He asked himself that question a lot.

"Okay, I've made my decision," said Nico.

"I might explode," said Austin.

"The world might end," said Kayla, now holding the lollipop at her side, her eyes bright with anxiety. "Like, actually end this time."

"So," said Nico, "if I had to choose..."

"Yes?" prompted Will. "You would choose...?"

Nico took a deep breath.

"Darth Vader."

Will and Kayla groaned, but Austin looked like Nico had just given him a Ferrari as a birthday present.

"Dude!" Austin screamed. "That is the best answer!"

"It is the worst answer!" said Kayla. "Why would you choose Vader when Kylo Ren is right there?"

"I was hoping for a deep cut." Will mused. Maybe someone like General Grievous or Dryden Vos."

"Hold on," said Nico. "I just finished watching all those movies yesterday. I can barely remember what happened in the prequels at this point." He paused, "Were those all actual characters in Star Wars, or are you joking?"

"Don't distract from your truth, Nico," said Kayla. "Darth Vader? You'd go on a date with Darth Vader?" She crunched on her lollipop. "I've lost all joy, Nico. All of it."

"Welcome to my word," Nico joked. He caught Will grimacing—a brief flicker of one, but he still caught it.

"This is a safe space," said Austin "No judgment allowed for our answers, remember?"

"I take it back," said Kayla. "It's an all judgment space."

"You're very quiet, Will," said Nico. "Especially as the number one Star Wars fan in the group."

"I'm considering all the reasons why you'd give that answer" he said. "You might be onto something."

"He's powerful," said Nico.

"And decisive," added Will. "He'd always know exactly where to go for your date. No arguing about that."

"Does he take off his helmet to eat?" said Kayla.

Nico laid his hand over his heart. "Imagine Darth Vader removing his helmet over dinner and then staring longingly into your eyes over the table. Now that is romance."

Will laughed hard, then flashed that brilliant smile of his.

Why, oh why, did it feel like such a victory to make Will laugh? For a long time, Nico had assumed he himself did not have a heart. He was the son of Hades, after all. Love didn't find people like him. But then came...Will. Will, who could melt Nico's iciness with a smile. Anyone could have guessed which god was Will's father—he radiated energy and light. Sometimes literally, as they had learned in the troglodytes' caverns earlier that year. Will was Apollo's son, through and through.

Maybe that whole saying about opposites attracting was true, because Nico didn't know a single person who was more his opposite. Despite that, they were coming up on a year. A year together. Nico had an actual boyfriend.

He still wasn't sure he believed it was real.

The four demigods continued their walk through Camp Half-Blood. There was no fire in the amphitheater. Maybe, since it was starting to cool down on Long Island, Nico and Will would light one tonight. No campers were rushing off to the armory or the forge; no one was visiting the Cave of the Oracle. The cabins were empty (aside from Hades's and Apollo's), and that was the clearest sign summer was over.

Nico didn't want to admit it out loud, but he was going to miss ... well, pretty much all the campers, even though it was at times exhausting to be one of their counselors. He especially didn't want to say good-bye to Kayla and Austin.

As they passed through the strawberry fields, Nico sensed Kayla's and Austin's tension growing. They'd had to make a difficult decision about their travel arrangements earlier that day, and as the four of them climbed Half-Blood Hill, Kayla and Austin slowed.

"I'm thinking that maybe we should have chosen differently," said Kayla.

"You sure we'll be fine, Nico?" asked Austin.

"Yeah," he said. "I mean ... no one has ever died or anything."

"That's not nearly as comforting as you think it is!" said Kayla.

"You'll be okay," said Will, and he put his hand on Austin's shoulder. "I've heard it's chaotic, maybe a bit nauseating, but you'll make it home safely."

They reached the summit of the hill, where the Golden Fleece glittered on the lowest branch of the pine tree. Below, Farm Road 3.141 curved around the base of the hill defining the outer border of camp. On the gravel shoulder, next to a pile of boxes and duffel bags stood Chiron, the Camp Half-Blood activities director, his equine lower half gleaming white in the afternoon light.

"There you are!" the centaur called out. "Come along, then"

None of them hurried. It was obvious to Nico that Kayla and Austin weren't in a rush to leave camp. Most everyone else had already returned to their "normal" lives, except ... well, what was normal for someone like Nico?

Epic battles.

Constantly facing the threat of defeat and death.

The dead talking to him.

Prophecies.

The voice from his dreams bubbled up inside him again now, calling out for help.

Rachel Dare's words haunted him, too. Only he and Will had heard what the Oracle had prophesied a few weeks ago, and Nico hadn't shared it with anyone else yet, not even the other counselors. Why should he? It hadn't warned of any doomsday threats to Camp Half-Blood. The world was—as far as he knew—safe for now from angry gods or rebellious Titans. Resurrected maniacal Roman emperors were no longer a thing to worry about.

The prophecy merely concerned that lone voice in his dreams, begging for help.

Specifically, Nico's help.

"Some of the satyrs collected your things," said Chiron as the four demigods joined him at the road. "They wish you well on your journey."

"We might need it," Kayla grumbled. "Chiron, just tell us the truth. The Gray Sisters aren't going to kill us, are they?"

"What? No!" He looked aghast. "At least, they haven't killed anyone so far."

"You and Nico!" cried Austin, throwing up his hands. "Both of you think that's an acceptable thing to tell us?"

Chiron's smile lines crinkled around his eyes. "Now, now, you're demigods. You'll be fine. Try tipping them a few extra drachmas at the start of the trip, though. I've heard that helps make the experience less ... intense?"

He fished in the pocket of his archery vest, pulled out a golden cold, and threw it into the road. "Stop, O Chariot of Damnation!"

No sooner had Chiron finished speaking than the taxi arrived.

It did not putter or cruise up to the group. It appeared. The coin sank into the pavement, tendrils of dark smoke curled upward, the asphalt twisted, and the Gray Sisters taxi erupted into being. It looked like a taxi, all right, but its edges swirled and wafted if you stared at it too long. Nico had heard all about Percy's, Meg's and Apollo's experiences with this particular mode of transportation. They'd repeatedly told him that they even preferred his shadow-travel to the bumpy, vomit-inducing nightmare that was riding in that car. The Gray Sisters had a long history of detesting heroes, and at this point they viewed every inhabitant of Camp Half-Blood as a potential hero to be detested.

Nico didn't want to admit it to the others, but he had met the sisters several times on his own, and he kind of liked them. They were thorny. Difficult. Stuck in their ways. Chaotic, yet weirdly dependable. They wore their darkness on their sleeves. For Styx's sake, they all shared a single eye. How could Nico not appreciate them?

The sisters were in the midst of an argument as one of the rear doors swung open.

"I know exactly what I'm doing, Wasp," said the old lady sitting shogun, her stringy gray hair swaying over her face. "When have I ever not known what I'm doing?"

"Oh, oh!" screeched Wasp, who sat up front in the middle. "That's lush. That's a real lush opinion, Tempest!"

"Do you even know what lush means?" Tempest shot back.

The driver groaned dramatically, "Are you two children? Will you please stop talking?"

Tempest threw her hands up and put on her best imitation of the driver (which confused Nico, since they all sounded identical). "Oh my name is Anger, and I'm sooooo mature."

"I will eat the eye," warned Anger. "I'll do it."

"You wouldn't," said Wasp.

"With salt and pepper and a little paprika!" Anger threatened. "I'll do it."

"Hi," said Austin, hoisting his saxophone case. "Is there any way you could pop the trunk? We have some luggage."

All three Gray Sisters spun toward Austin and spoke in unison: "NO!"

Then they fell back into arguing. Nico decided right then and there that these were his favorite people in the whole world.

Still, he sympathized with Kayla and Austin. As Chiron worked to open the trunk, both demigods looked more frightened than they ever had in the last year.

"You sure you don't want me to shadow-travel you to Manhattan?" Nico offered.

Will sighed. "Nico, you can't use shadow-travel like public transportation. It'll drain you dry."

"It's okay, Nico," Kayla said, sounding like she was trying hard to believe it. "We'll be fine."

"Plus, we're going to different places," said Austin. "My mom's meeting me uptown. I actually got into an academy up in Harlem, and she found an apartment for us close by!"

"Sounds like a good place to end up," said Will. "Not too far from here."

"And there's so much history in Harlem to explore,"

added Austin. "Apparently, one of the clubs where Miles Davis used to play has reopened!"

Nico nodded halfheartedly. He tried to remember who Miles Davis was ... Had he scored the soundtrack for Star Wars?

"What about you, Kavla?" asked Chiron, loading her archery gear into the trunk.

"Back to Toronto," she said. "Dad wanted me to come home, and it's actually been a while. I'm pretty excited, to be honest." Her eyes glinted. "Especially to prove that I'm now better than him at archery!"

Austin turned to Nico and Will. "So ... you two are really staying here?"

Nico hoped Will would answer first. The sun falling behind the western hills made Will's curly blond hair look like it was aflame. For a moment, Nico wondered if Will was using his glow-in-the dark power.

Either way, it made Nico a little annoyed. Why did Will have to be so beautiful all the time?

"I think we are," said Will, taking Nico's hand. "Mom's touring for her new album this fall, and I don't know if I want to bounce around the country in the back of a van."

"Could be fun," said Austin. "I hope I get to travel because of my music one day."

Kayla nodded. "I wonder what it would be like to see other places without worrying whether some murderous statue is going to kill you."

"Oh, come on," said Nico. "Where's the fun in that?"

"Are you going to get in the car?" Tempest growled. "Or are you paying us to listen to your boring conversation?"

She was hanging out the window with an open palm extended toward them. Austin paid her with three drachmas, tipping her heavily as Chiton had suggested. Tempest examined the coins for a moment—Nico didn't know how, as she had no eyes behind that thick gray curtain of hair—then grunted. She pulled herself back into the car.

"Get in," she said

There were quick hugs and cheek kisses, and then Austin and Kayla climbed into the backseat of the Gray Sisters' taxi. All the while, the sisters continued to argue.

Kayla looked around the cab. "We've been on worse adventures," she said to those outside the car.

"Have we?" asked Austin.

"Anyway, hope to see you soon," said Kayla. "And don't get into any trouble, you two."

Austin leaned across Kayla to poke his head out the window, a mischievous excitement on his face. "But if there is trouble ..."

Will waved at them. "You'll know. Promise."

"Be safe yourselves!" Chiron called out.

"Drive, Anger! Drive!" screamed Wasp. "Isn't that what you do? Honestly, why do you even sit in that seat if you don't—"

Her words were lost as the taxi jerked forward and disappeared in a blur of gray.

Yep. Nico loved the sisters.

"So, that's it," said Will. "They were the last, weren't they?"

"Indeed," said Chiron. "Aside from some of the staff, the satyrs, and the dryads, Camp Half-Blood is actually ... empty."

The old centaur sounded a bit lost. As far as Nico could recall since he'd started coming here, this was the first time that there were no demigods present. Aside from him and Will, that is.

"This is weird," said Nico. "Really weird."

"A lot has happened over the past few years," said Chiron wistfully. "I understand more than ever why campers would want to go home to be with their families, or to see the world."

"I guess..." said Nico.

"Now, gentlemen," said Chiron, dusting off the front of his vest, "I've got a meeting with Juniper and the dryads about tree rot. Exciting stuff, I assure you. I'll see you at dinner?"

They nodded, then waved as Chiron galloped off.

"So," said Nico, "what do we do next?"

Will, still holding Nico's hand, guided him back up the hill. "Well, we don't have any monsters to slay."

"Boo. I could raise a skeleton army to perform a choreographed dance. I bet I could teach them 'Single Ladies,' if you like?'

Will chuckled. "We don't have any Roman emperors to locate and dethrone, either."

Nico flinched. "Ugh. Don't remind me. If I could go the rest of my life without even thinking Nero's name again, I'd be happy."

"That's a funny joke," said Will as they reached the summit.

"What is?"

"You," said Will. "Being happy."

Nico rolled his eyes.

"My grumpy little ball of darkness," added Will, poking him in the ribs.

"Ew, gross," said Nico, dancing away from him. "We are not making that a thing."

"Did you already forget that I was once your—and I am quoting you here, Nico—'significant annoyance'?"

"Oh, you're still that," said Nico, and then Will was chasing him down the hill, back into camp. In that moment, Nico allowed himself to enjoy the sensation. Will was right: there were no threats whatsoever on the horizon. No Big Bads. No lurking demigod traitors, no hidden monsters waiting to destroy Camp Half-Blood.

But then dread prickled across Nico's skin. His body was warning him, wasn't it? Don't get too comfortable, it was telling him. He's waiting for you in Tartarus. Or have you forgotten about him like everyone else did?

Maybe this period of rest wasn't such a good thing. If Nico didn't have some terrible monster or villain to fight, then what excuse did he have to ignore the voice any longer?

The truth was, he couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to. He'd been visited by so many ghosts over the years. The dead wanted to be heard, and who better to listen to them than the son of Hades?

But this voice ... it did not belong to someone who had passed on. And Nico had never heard someone sound as desperate for help.

So his mood was muted by the time he and Will made it to the dining pavilion after stopping by their cabins to freshen up first. It felt strange to be in this place that was normally so alive. Now, there were only a few staff dryads and harpies spread unevenly around the various tables. The camp director, Dionysus—Mr. D to all of them—was lounging at the head table with Chiron, who had somehow beaten them to dinner. The two administrators were so deep in conversation that they barely acknowledged Will when he waved.

Even the satyrs who served Nico and Will didn't seem all that thrilled to be doing so. "This whole place feels like my soul," Nico joked to Will. "You know, empty and dark."

Will swallowed down some chicken kebabs. "You're not empty," he said, then pointed the skewer at Nico. "You are definitely dark though."

"Dark as the pits of the Underworld."

Will looked down, focusing on his food like it was the most