Disclaimer: I do not own HoO or PJO. Rights go to Rick Riordan.
Fear is not a laughing matter, but is certainly funny in a very strange sense.
Thalia, the daughter of Zeus, was afraid of heights. The sheer irony of Thalia's fear is among one of the games the emotion loved to play. Afraid of being in her own father's realm, where she could be easily protected. Hell, maybe she could even fly like her brother could, who knows?
Speaking of her brother, Jason was always brave and ambitious like his sister, but a little more level- headed in most people's opinions. He fears the time when someone close forgets it all, let's go of the memories. Not stolen like his, just forgotten, since that is nearly the same as his own experience. A very bad experience, indeed.
Annabeth, like most children of Athena, was afraid of spiders. Her boyfriend, Percy, oddly enough, was afraid of drowning. No, not drowning, suffocating. Now, both also fear losing each other. They are attached by love, a thin line forever connecting their hearts.
Then there was Leo, the scrawny Latino kid. Behind his humor lies a sad spirit, blaming himself for every wrongdoing that in anyway concerned him. Including his mother's death. This led him to fear his own flame that cannot burn him, but burn others. Nothing protected the ones he loved. Plan C was dangerous, a plan he doesn't enjoy using.
Frank was afraid of not being accepted, and so was his girlfriend Hazel. This is because he considers himself a clumsy giant, and she a cursed outcast, who didn't belong in the century.
Her half brother Nico didn't belong in the century, either. It was promises that frightened him. The fact that promises were glass simply waiting to be shattered. His sister, Bianca, left him, breaking the promise of staying at his side. Percy broke the promise of protecting Bianca, though he was long over that. The promise of reaching the doors hung over his head, becoming delicate presence he couldn't stand.
And I, Reyna, Praetor of New Rome, have already faced my fear. My new home lay in ruins, destroyed along with my soul. And maybe someone will find this under the right corner of the statue in the Temple of Bellona, my mother who was almost never there. And maybe you have also found the dagger in the bottom left corner of my second drawer buried under my purple toga. But I assure you that you will never find my happiness, which died long before I did.
Authors Note: It is depressing, I know. I just write what comes to me (usually). Who got my Plan C reference from The Lost Hero? Anyone? Anyway, please review, and maybe I'll write some less sad stories! I'm also trying to make an ongoing story, so, yeah. Thanks for reading!
