Written for (Yew's) BroTP bootcamp, hosted at Of Prompts and Challenges forum. Prompt used was 'paper'.
I do not own PJO.
Crystal Tears and Realizations
You know, the ones we love never really leave us. You can always find them right here, in your heart.
-Sirius Black, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, movie-verse
The spear pieces her heart and she falls in slow motion.
The battle slows to a crawl.
The blonde girl, runs, runs to the fallen Hunter. She pulls the spear out, touches the chapped lips where the breath is dying, fingers stick in the crimson liquid staining the white parka death red, gasps for her own breath as the world revolves slowly, round and round and round. Throws herself against the body when the white dove has soared away into the night, the very stars shifting to make way for it.
"No, Thalia, no!"
Days later, fingers clutch a ragged piece of paper, all that's left, for the Hunter was never fond of material things. The worn parchment almost rips when she tries to open it.
Inside are five words, obviously written a while ago. GIVE 'EM HELL FOR ME.
And the tears she's kept back for so long stain the feathery edges of the paper, and the silent sobs shake her small frame, and right now nothing matters except Thalia's not coming back.
The funeral at Camp Half-Blood is a solemn ceremony.
The Hunter's shroud is plain silver, with a lightning bolt etched in black in the center. She watches it go up in flames with dead eyes.
When it's time for her to say her final respects, she simply says, "She was my friend."
In her eyes, there is nothing else to say. And there isn't ever anything you can say that will do even the slightest justice to a life lived to the fullest.
Unbeknownst to her, Thalia is watching. And she is smiling.
Hope you enjoyed! Reviews are very much appreciated. And for all of you who didn't catch it, the pairing is Annabeth/Thalia.