The Makings of Thalia Grace
Chapter 1:
Back To The Beginning
A women stepped from the wood that protected her. Her silver robe draped from her strong shoulders. She had a spear in hand, and a wooden bow strapped to her back. The cold of the night made her shiver, but she stayed tall. She looked at the trail, then notice the Moon that hung above the sky. The words nearly escaped her parch lips, "I am sorry."
The women began her sprint, the circlet that hung above her head nearly fell into her lightning, blue eyes. The wind blew into her face and she ran with ease, following the path closely. The tree's loomed on the path. There was a noise of cars, and she could see car lights ahead. Without losing her pace, she strapped her spear on her back.
She saw the cars now. The huntress stopped. She took to a run on the ditch. She ran for about a half mile, then ran directly into the tree's. She walked, stepping over trees and finding land markers she made. She saw a large oak, it's base was littered with gashes, and a a couple large branches at the top were severed from the base.
She turned left, and made her way to a large structure. The outside was made of tin plating and a large circular chimney placed itself on the center of the top. The outside had turned a rusty brown, and most of it seemed chipped off. There was a opening on the other side. When the women found herself she made her way in.
The inside wasn't much better than the outside. There were two beach towels threw out on the underbrush. There wasn't much of the towels, but she could make them out. She remembered the boy's words, "It could be worse, Thalia."
"Famous last words." was her only reply.
It all seemed so close to her. The late night conversations, running from monsters, and even when they found Annabeth. She knew that was far away now, but she longed to go back. She wanted to go back to every thing. Thalia sat on the the underbrush and thought. Thought back to Annabeth. Thought back to the adventures. Thought back to Luke.