AN: So, I've defaulted back to angst. I do have another story going, but I wanted to post something. This is dedicated to Aanaleigh, who I got the idea from. I promise you'll have humor very soon. Until then, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
She was flighty. She practically refused to stay in one place for too long. If she hadn't been a stupid tree, rooted to the ground (gods, how much she hated that) she never would have stayed at Camp Half Blood for long. Which would have gotten her in trouble and probably cause it to storm. But what else is new?
That was the real reason she joined the Hunt, after all. They never, ever stayed in one place for more than a week. The Hunt solved all of her problems. Not only was she free from the bindings of the prophecy, she was also always traveling.
Traveling was good. It reminded her of the good old days, before prophecies, restrictions, and betrayals. Traveling was like running away, and the only way to deal with her problems was to run away. And Zeus knows (probably not, but, still), she has plenty of problems.
So she'll continue on her flighty path, darting from place to place, never settling, moving, running forever.
Because, you know, lightning never strikes in the same place twice.
AN: So, I'll probably redo this some rainy day. But, for now, I hope you enjoyed.