I found you

I always liked a Thalia and Luke story. Enjoy!

Thalia ran from her house as fast as she could. She hated her mom for getting rid of Jason. She would never forgive her for this. Little Jason was as good as dead now. She kept running. And running. And running. She couldn't stop her feet. They took her out of the town and into the vast woods before her.

She ran until she stumbled over a root and twisted her ankle. Great, she thought, I'll never be able to survive in these woods with a bum ankle. She screamed in frustration. She breathed deeply to calm herself down. Okay Thalia, calm down… relax… you need to make a fire to keep warm, a voice said in the back of her head. She decided to follow its directions, so she pulled herself up and gathered some firewood. She built the best fire she could, which kept her pretty warm.

She looked over the few supplies she was able to sneak into her backpack: a thin blanket, some crackers and peanut butter, a Swiss army knife, a change of clothes, and comfy sleeping bag that used to be her father's. She tried to remember her dad. She remembered he was pretty reckless the first time he was there, when Thalia was way younger. When he came back, he looked like a much calmer man, much more fatherly to her. Then Jason came. Little Jason with his bleach blond hair and tanned skin. Nothing like her, with black hair and olive skin. Oh how she missed his smile. Thalia started to cry.

Then she heard a rustle in the bushes. She whipped out the knife and stood up, careful not to put too much weight on her bum ankle. Out of the bushes on her left came a boy, maybe… two years older than herself. She pointed the knife at him. He raised his hands and smiled.

"You look lost," He said kindly, "My name's Luke Castellan. What's yours?"

"Thalia," she said curtly, not lowering the knife, "Why are you this far in the woods?"

"I was about to ask you the same," Luke said.

"I ran away from home," she said forcefully, "I hate my mom!"

"What about your dad," he said, looking at her as if he knew the answer. It creeped her out.

"He doesn't live with us anymore," Thalia said using her mom's saying.

"Then where does he live," Luke looked curious, but expecting one answer.

"… I don't know," she finally lowered her knife. The looks on his face made her feel like he knew how she felt. But she still didn't quite trust him, so she left the knife open.

"I know how you feel," Luke said taking a step forward. Thalia's instincts kicked in and she took a step back. She stepped on a root, lost her balance, and fell, landing on her hurt ankle.

"AAAAHHHH," Thalia screamed. Luke rush right over to her, which at this point; she didn't care. He straightened out her legs.

"Which one is hurt?"

"The left one," she said with a grimace. Luke took a tube out of his backpack and rubbed some of the creamy stuff on her ankle. At first, it was all she could do not to cry; but after about a minute, the ankle cooled down and hardly hurt.

"Oh my gosh… what is that stuff," Thalia said laughing.

"Pain killer cream," Luke said with a smile, "Knew I'd need it one day."

The rest of the night, the two talked about their families, but Thalia avoided mentioning Jason. Luke knew that she was hiding something from him, but he didn't ask. She was glad. It was too painful.

The fire died down and Thalia got sleepy. She still didn't quite trust Luke, but she knew she would live through the night. She climbed into her sleeping bag and said good night to Luke. As she fell asleep, she thought she could hear Luke muttering under his breath.

Hop ya enjoyed it! R&R!