Luke Castilian was mad. He was way past mad. He was smoking angry. Who wouldn't be when you saw your best friend (and love interests ) die. At first Luke just cried, well he cried in private of course, what would Annabeth think! But after a while he couldn't help but kill everything in his path, he needed Thalia, but to bad, she was dead.
As Luke spared with the dummy he couldn't help but feel that continues pain. He took one last slice and the dummy's head came off and then Luke was included in a bright light.
Grover felt weak. He sat in the strawberry fields alone as the bees buzzed by, and the tin and sat at the foot of Grover's hooves, they were presents from the satyrs who pitied him. Usually Grover would chow down... But this was different, Grover had lost potentially the most powerful demigod in the century. And Grover was the one who found Thalia. And lost Thalia. Grover couldn't help but let the tears crawl down his face like growing vines, his insides burning up like the temperature of lava. Grover knew he couldn't cry, so he wiped away his tears and tried to walk into camp but then a light surrounded him.
Annabeth missed Thalia. She missed those electric blue eyes and the tough words of Thalia Grace. But now Thalia was dead. Annabeth knew there was now point sulking but it still pained her. All Annabeth wanted was Thalia, she slowly stood up from her ball position knowing she couldn't worry about it.
"I'll make you proud Thalia," Annabeth muttered, as she clutched her dagger tightly to her chest, then was engulfed in a bright light.
Hey guys! I'm back! So the last time I was threatened of being reported by dark siren, so I decided I would do something different, read to find out:)