Hey, guys! This is my first ever fanfic. Hopefully you'll like it, because this is something I've wanted to see for a looong time, but no one ever really did. So after a lot of arguing with myself, I came up with the genius idea of doing it myself. DISCLAIMER: Do I LOOK like Rick Riordan?

"Hey, listen! Put your shield up. I just want to talk." The blonde boy says. That startles me a bit. No one ever calls Aegis a shield. It's usually, Hey! Put that umbrella down! Or, What are you doing with that garbage can lid? The same for monsters. It's like people can't see things for what they really are. Either that or I'm freaking insane. I quickly regain my composure. "Drop your knife." I demand, staring at the dagger in his hands. Looking at it, he drops it on the ground, holding his hands up. "Please. I just want to talk to you." Sighing, I reluctantly tap my shield and watch as it morphs into a delicate silver bracelet. His bright blue eyes stay on my wrist, a serious expression on his face.

"What's your name?" he asks carefully. I scowl at that, instinctively raising my walls, making the walls clearer.

"Look, I don't care how much money my mother's offering, but-"

"No. No. "He says almost immediately. He raises his hands again. "Just, let me start over. I'm Luke Castellan." I analyze his face carefully, finally meeting his solemn eyes.

"Thalia Grace." I say, tentatively holding out my hand. Luke takes it, and squeezes just a little too hard. In response, a spark of electricity flashes up his hand. I pull away quickly, letting the apologies slip past my lips. "I'm really sorry, I just do that...to almost every person I meet. I don't know why." I explain shamefully. Luke laughs once. "No, it's okay. So, Thalia, I take it you're a runaway too? "I nod, gnawing on my cold lip. "I had to leave, Luke. I swear my mother's demented, ranting on about how some Greek god..." I stop there; scared he'll think I'm an idiot. "A Greek god what?" he asks excitedly, meeting my eyes with pure eagerness. I shrug. "It's nothing." We walk for a bit, until we end up sitting at a park bench. "It sounds like something." He slyly brings up the topic. I grimace and shake my head. He sighs, staring at me intently. "Well, Thalia, my mom thinks a Greek god is my dad. I don't see how it gets weirder than that. I can probably take it." I stare at him in complete shock. Despite the cold, his pale face turns red. "I mean, that's what my mom says. I don't believe her-"

"Yeah, I get that. Mine says that too." Luke shifts uncomfortably at my remark.

"But, my mom…she's just not all there, you know? She has these weird flashes, and she grabs me, screaming in my face…"

"She hit you, Luke?" I ask sympathetically, knowing what it feels like. He shakes his head and murmurs something I can't quite catch because of the harsh wind. "Well, my mom hit us all the time. She's an alcoholic, so she's drunk like, 90% of the time we're around her." I say quietly. He regards me kindly. Or I 'm sure it's supposed to be kindly. I haven't seen kindness in a long time. "Hey, Thalia." he says slowly. I look up at him, the cold stinging my pale cheeks. "You look really cold. You think we can talk more about this children of the gods stuff, like in a, building?" he asks. I smile at that. "Okay." As we walk down the trashy sidewalk, I can't help but be mesmerized at this boy, the pale blonde hair, those bright blue eyes…And this insanity we've each been trying to sort out by ourselves. Maybe he was what I needed. Someone to trust.

Please Review! You're here anyways. :) New chapter coming up, you can probably guess what it's gonna be about! Please let me know if YOU think I should continue! And thank you to Ladyriverwolf for correcting me a bit. Love you all. Keep calm and go to camp half blood.