Ok, so this FanFic is an idea I've had for a while (ha! I've had a lot of these lately! They just haven't gotten published, and probably never will!) About Thalia's story! Her story has gone untold for too long now! So, there will be some things that you say: "OMG! That's wrong! GROWL!" And then you flame/attack me. O.o Just keep in mind, no one knows Thalia's story, that's why I'm writing it. Only the epilogue will be in No POV the rest will be all THALIA!
Epilogue (No POV)
She was running, running far away, as far as she could get from that abusive woman who she had once called her mother. She had hated the beatings, the scares, and the reminders that it was supposedly her fault her father left them and her brother was gone. She crossed a streetlight, and pushed her waist-length, black hair out of her face. She sat on a bench and took her heavy backpack off her back. She had everything she could possibly think of before she left; canned food, extra clothes, blankets, and winter jacket. Her electric blue eyes scanned the park, and she looked up at the full moon, thankful for it's light.
Her black combat boots were already muddy. She had stolen them from her mother's closet. Why her mother had them in the first place, she didn't know. They were a little big on her, but she didn't care, they were hers now, she could grow into them.
A man walked by the bench. He glanced at her, and then kept walking. She kept her eyes on her boots; she knew looking at others would give her away. The young girl let out a breath when he turned the corner. Though she was only nine, she had seen some very odd things when she went to school (if her mother was sober enough to drive her there) like a snake woman who taught her math, and once called her, what was it? Daughter of Zeus. That was it, daughter of Zeus. Shivering she crossed her arms over her black V- neck shirt. She had tried to pick something warm, since it was October already, but there was no way she was going back now. Her mom was just going to get wasted; she probably wouldn't even notice her missing daughter for a long time. By that time, her daughter would be far, far away.
The lone girl stared are her reflection in the muddy puddle, light only by the flickering streetlight and the full moon. Her long black hair came to her waist, and her electric blue eyes seemed to glow when the light hit them. She was quite pale too, with a few bruises and scars on her arms and face. Realization hit her when she thought of the fact that people would know what she looked like. The old lady who lived next door, she would probably report her absence to the Police. Then she would be with her mother again, or maybe become a foster child. She grimaced at the thought of either.
Picking up her backpack and tightening the strings on her too-big black combat boots, she started to run. Where she was running? She had no idea, all she knew, was she wanted to run. Run far, far away.