A/N: Shortness? Yep!

I've had this written for months now. Just to lazy to post it.

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Run

Thalia ran.

She ran beyond the camp borders; she needed to vent. Sparks were flickering on her fingertips; the wind was picking up speed and ruffling her black hair. The weather around her was changing—now that she was beyond the camp borders, there was nothing stopping her.

How could he do this to her? To the others?

She knew why. They had always talked about it…talked about how they were mad at their fathers. But never would she have thought it would come to this. No. Not this—hurting people. She wondered now, if she hadn't been stupid enough to get herself turned into a pine tree—if it would be different—if they wouldn't be in this war.

He was the reason she hadn't joined the Hunters, but she would never admit it, not to anyone. She could hardly admit it to herself. Zoë was right, he was just going to let her down.

And Annabeth? How could he do that to her? She looked up to him like an older brother. Had he hoped Annabeth would join him? She wouldn't. Not ever. She was too smart, too wise.

Luke. Why?

The sparks were rolling freely off her hands now. She was standing in the middle of the road, singeing the blacktop, a non-metaphorical black cloud hanging over her head, the rain beating down on her. She didn't care though; she was, after all, the cause of the sudden rift in the weather around her.

Annabeth was still trying to convince everyone that there was still good in him and that he had been tricked by Kronos. But Thalia knew better. He was a son of Hermes, whether he liked it or not. They trick you, not the other way around. Luke knew what bringing her back with the fleece would do for the prophecy. If he thought that she would follow his tracks, just as she'd followed him when they were on the run, he was wrong.

He was very, very wrong.

Because Thalia wasn't going to be the one to decide the outcome of the prophecy—even if it meant losing Luke.

Why him? Why Luke?

For Thalia, these emotions were almost too big. It wasn't that her heart was to small to encompass them—no. They came from place in her heart too vast for her not to care, and she just wanted to escape them before they caused her to make a mistake.

So Thalia ran.

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