Summary: Luke is possessive, obsessive, and powerful. The gods are at his mercy and Olympus is within his grasp. But, he's not done yet. After all, every king needs a queen… and this time, she will never leave his side again. Dark Luke. Thaluke. Thalia and Luke. Some Percabeth and Annabeth+Thalia friendship.
For the purpose of this story: The prophecy mentioned 21, not 16, as the age of the child. Luke is 20 years old and Thalia is chronologically 19 years old. However, Thalia looks like she is 18 years old due to the whole pine tree slowing down, but not stopping, her aging. Percy and Annabeth are 16 years old.
Other timeline notes: Luke met Thalia when he was 10 years old (thus Jason 'died' when Thalia was 9 years old). The duo met Annabeth when Luke was 13 years old. Grover found Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth and led them towards camp half-blood when Luke was 15 years old. Events of the first book happened when Luke was 19 years old and Percy was 15 years old. Thalia was thus a tree for four and a half/five years.
Disclaimer: Anything from the Percy Jackson and the Olympian books belongs to Rick Riordan. Plot twists, new dialogue, and [spoiler alert] new prophecy are mine. If I did own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, well Thaluke would be alive and kicking butt ;) Image (of the Devil tarot card) is courtest of / tarot_cards/ the_devil .php
On with the first chapter!
Chapter 1: A bronze box
He isn't breathing.
Actually, he isn't even whole. His body was ripped into gory pieces, uneven chunks of his corpse are splattered across the floor. Fresh slices of organs and tissue decorate every surface, even the ceiling. Warm blood is speckled across her face and painting the wooden walls of the room in deep red streaks.
He's dead.
She takes her time, gathers the parts she can. She forcibly pushes down the nausea and bile crawling up her throat. She is meticulous in her clean-up, despite her nostrils burning with the smell of iron.
It isn't fair, he was so young…
She gently puts all the pieces of him that she could salvage into a little bronze box. The shovel cuts into her hand as she digs up the dirt, but she doesn't feel the laceration. She hasn't felt anything since realizing that he was dead. Besides, she thinks, my hands are already covered in his blood, adding more will hardly matter.
No one sees the sobbing girl soaked in blood when she buries a box with shaking hands.
No one sees the angry girl stand vigil, unmoving from her spot, even when the storm comes and rain attempts to wipe the dried blood from her. (Of course it doesn't work, the rain just pushes the stain deeper into her skin).
No one hears the vow of vengeance she makes over the unmarked grave, her hatred masked by cold determination.
End of Chapter 1
So this was really more of a prologue, the subsequent chapters will be much longer. Who do you suspect the girl and boy in this chapter are? Share your thoughts in a review ;) Since it is new years and all, I will be posting a four chapter blitz over the next 24 hours :D
Preview for Chapter 2: a gilded girl
It was right there where, five months ago, she was poisoned.
'Luke poisoned you. He left you for dead.'...
Annabeth's happy voice breaks Thalia from her trance. The empty girl tells herself to smile back; she does not want to worry her best friend. The smile is plastic and doesn't reach Thalia's eyes, but Annabeth knows better than to comment on it...
'Little Luke and little Thalia, two runaways who found each other when they had no one else.' ...
The angry embers start to lick up her legs, crawling and slithering their way up to her thighs. The heat turns unbearable. She tries screaming but her mouth refuses to open...
Thalia, we're worried about you...
Forever together, just like we promised each other...
"I never forgave myself for letting you go through with it. And now I'm never letting you go again." His whispered words thread through the air between them, taking their sweet time to strangle her...
"If he continues to haunt you, the wisest choice is to join us. Our goddess, among many things, is willing to grant her charges… apathy towards certain individuals. She can force your heart to forget him."
