Chapter 1:
AN: As promised here is the 'Independent' fanfic about Thalia. Don't worry Percy Jackson and the Delphi Disaster will continue and I haven't decided a length for this. Please REVIEW!
Drawing my dagger I ended the days of another tyrannical supporter of Chaos. Fury had hit me solidly when I realised that because of the Hunters of Artemis disbanded I had given up any chance of a relationship, so I had struck it alone, as an assassin. I swear to bring the battle to 'The Rage' the group who devote themselves to Nemesis. My once black spiky hair was now long and red and I had dropped the 'Death to Barbie' act. My name is Thalia Grace and this is my story…
Throughout my times I had been betrayed to many times to forgive and forget, by Zeus, Artemis and the stupid Hunters, in fact everyone except him, Percy Jackson. What we have is not love, love is for children, but he is the only person bar me who I can trust. I had comforted him when his then girlfriend Annabeth Chase went to follow a career in Greece, abandoning Percy. I showed him that he is strong enough to move on and I even offered him to join me as an assassin. At first it seemed perfect, work for no one reap the rewards, but Percy had a large loving family that cared for him. I do love him, but we are not together, does that make any sense to you?
Scouring the city of Manhattan I trained my parkour and free-running, essential skills for assassins. Nemesis had cursed all mortals to see through the mist so our secret was out. Yes, I was a demigod, but that was a lifetime ago. I was furious with Nemesis for hurting MY people so my quest to rid this miserable world of her worshippers began…
Crouching behind a petrol station I heard two mortals talk about strange goings on at Staten Island. They spoke of sacrifices and symbols and all being demonstrated in front of a poster of a female biker who they called 'N'. Within a matter of moments my balaclava was pulled high, hood up, and thick purple boots laced. I was armed from the teeth: two daggers, a hunting bow, a small sword and a maul in case of emergencies. Hijacking a jet ski, I began my journey…
Later, I arrived to the awful sound that is silence. I hated it when New York went silent as it gave me flashbacks to the battle against Kronos, when Morpheus had put the entirety of Manhattan to sleep. I shuddered but I shook it off. I was a kid then, now I'm 21 and a full ass-kicking assassin. But that's when it pounced…
AN: I enjoyed writing that and I hope you want more. The best way to show me that you want another chapter is to review so DO IT!
Son of Zeus' Fury