I've been having sudden urges to write drabbles, and now voila! Drabble! I plan to make this a two-shot, so here's drabble número uno! Oh! I almost forgot! I need to do a disclaimer! (Or I might've forgotten on purpose. Hee hee.)
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO, or else I'd be rich and not be writing this badly. Plus, I'm a girl.
Thalia's boot dragged on the wood chips littering the floor of the swings. She swung her feet, creating a wave of wood chips to cover one area of ground. A spray of wood chips flew up with every drag of her boots.
It was as if a mighty god (for example, Zeus), she thought, had destroyed a village for disrespect. She swung her feet again, burying a hole in wood chips. She liked the feeling that came to her, a sense of power, when she destroyed the little "town".
She told her mother about feeling powerful like Zeus. Beryl slapped her and told her not to think about it again. She didn't, not for a long time.