It was a new day in New Rome, but nobody was excited for the day to come. Today was the funeral of one of their own: Jason Grace. People from CHB had also come, but no one was happy.
Thalia Grace's P.O.V I didn't want to get out of bed. But Annabeth and Piper made me. "Get dressed." Annabeth said. "No." I groaned. "I just want Jason back." "Thalia." Piper was in bad shape, too. Her eyes were puffy, she was dirty, and wearing baggy sweatpants. "We all want him back." After I got myself up, I squeezed into a dress and went to the place where Jason's funeral was being held. I watched, helpless, as my brother's body was lowered into the earth. When it was time for me to make my speech, I got my wreck of a self together and began. "The time when my brother and I were seperated was horrible. My brother was a unique person. He was both Greek and Roman. He had three true loves; staplers,bricks, and Piper Mclean." I paused to take a breath. "I ran away because he wasn't at home. He was my glue that kept me there."I sobbed. "Before I turned into a tree,the last thought that went through my mind was that I loved Jason. Always.""My brother died a hero, and if I could I would make It so he didn't die, I did. I love you Jason. And I always will." I whispered. "Thank you all." Then Piper went up for her speech. I didn't pay attention. I just sat there and cried in memory of Jason.