Hello all! I have been meaning to post this for a while but I forgot to until today!
Disclaimer: Are there any Thalia/Luke babies running around in the story?
The Beginning of the End of a Tragedy
Thalia struck enemy after enemy with her celestial bronze arrows, vaporizing them with one shot. Soon, though, her quiver ran dry, unable to supply anymore arrows to the demigoddess and forcing her to use her sword and Aegius.
Dodge.
Parry.
Lunge.
Jab.
Parry.
Dodge.
Hit!
Miss!
Crap.
She held her sword arm and grimaced in pain. Swiftly, she picked up her sword again and struck, vaporizing the dracaenae. Suddenly, all the monsters appeared to be falling back. Then Thalia realized that they were merely making way for Kronos instead of retreating. She froze when she saw him. She had known it was true, that Luke had given his body over to Kronos, but she didn't (couldn't, wouldn't) believe it until now. He looked the same, but his eyes were like molten gold and he radiated a murderous aura.
"Luke," she whispered quietly.
She suddenly clutched her shoulder and hissed in pain. Gingerly, she pulled out the arrow that had lodged itself in her skin and felt the blood seep into her clothes and flow down her back.
Not good, she thought with a grimace as she made her way to the shadows.
Her vision began to blur as she skirting the fighting via the shadows, a sign that she was losing too much blood too quickly. Her face contorted in pain as she staggered and fell into a wall.
The arrow, she thought as she collapsed barely fifteen feet from the hotel doors. It must've been poisoned.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she lost consciousness. She may have been a huntress, but that didn't mean she was immune to poisons.
Luke watched as Thalia fought valiantly. Her sword skill had only increased since they had last seen each other, since she was made human once again. He began to move through the ranks of his creatures when she noticed him. It amused him to watch her eyes widen in shock as she whispered his name. He looked away from her just moments before she was struck by a probably poisoned arrow, and he saw it all from the corner of his foreign eyes.
For a moment, he felt the need to rush to her, to heal her, to destroy the creature that dares to harm such perfection. He mentally shook himself. He had to concentrate on the upcoming battle. He could not afford to be distracted.
Concentrate, boy, Kronos commanded within his head. She's not important to us.
Yes, Master. He dutifully replied, though not wholeheartedly.