The Malign Star

PT: Written for the GodChildShipping forum. Feedback would be much appreciated. Chapters will lengthen eventually, and I'm still unsure on how long this fic will be. Thanks to ezyl for beta-reading this :D

On that note, enjoy.

Disclaimer: If I said no, will you leave?

Summary: "...For a malign star rules over the romance of demigods; crossed are the stars above their heads."

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The demigods of this world walk beneath cursed skies, with short lives and their times wrapped in fate.

They live short lives. They are constantly targeted for their blood. They live. They die. They fight. They love.

And they make decisions.

Decisions.

Decisions, decisions, decisions.

So many decisions.

They can choose immortality. They can choose a blessing, or a curse...for life.

I chose immortality.

When you're a child of the Big Three—Lord Zeus, Lord Poseidon, Lord Hades—it all comes down to this: decide. Live—or die? What do you live for? What do you die for? What do you give up, and why?

I know why—

I've lived—for I am not one to give up on life.

I've died—so I could hold off monsters while my friends—my whole world—fled to safety.

I've come back, decided; and gave up...revived, I became immortal, one of the pure virgins forever young, so I will never destroy what means the most to me.

I've lived a short life, but now mine is eternal. I have lived. I have died. I have loved. I have made choices. I will live forevermore.

Do you remember, Luke? Do you remember, Annabeth? Do you remember, Grover? Have you known it yet, Percy?

I spent nights and days on the run—I remember...memories of blood; of pain, pain, and more pain; my heart hurting. There was Luke, Annabeth, Grover. Those nights—I recall them, in which we spent our time together, shared our moments; how we were in danger, but together. Luke and I, we cursed our fathers together, for bringing us about and abandoning us.

I had thought that becoming a Huntress would solve most—if not all—problems. I was tired of living. I was ready to do what I could to help those important to me...I will never turn sixteen...never to be used as a pawn to help Kronos.

Again, I wonder if the sacrifice was worth it. It was definitely a sacrifice, a true sacrifice...and now, I'll let you know why.

Welcome to the world of demigods and Huntresses.

I am Thalia.