This is a Thalia Grace and Luke Castellan fanfic… and it is set in the time of World War II. Thalia and Luke are not demigods in this story and their ages will be revealed later on.
I hope you really, really like it and enjoy… :) :) :)
Note: I do not own PJO and I am sure you are all well aware who does…and if ya don't… What has the world become? *sniffles and wipes tears* Rick Riordan is absolutely amazing.
Anyway, enough of me blabbing and sobbing, here's what y'all came for… I think. :) :) :)
One last time: ENJOY! :)
September 2nd, 1941 – Hampstead, United Kingdom.
Thalia's POV:
Today. Today is the day the whole world will change. Today is the day chaos will spread to every little corner in countries but most importantly today is the day my life will be changed forever…
~*~ 2 weeks later ~*~
I'm sitting in my room, a small 11 by 11 feet room with only a bed, table, a chair and a scrawny little window overlooking the bustling energy of Main Street. The bed is in the center with hideous faded pink bed sheets and everything else surrounds it. Even though this the saddest day of my life so far, the radiant sun seems to be shining brightly than ever before. I believe nature has a way of being ironic and torturing people's mind even more. I feel the rays of the sun on my back as my eyes wander the room. It's going to be a long time before I'll be back again. I slowly get up from the bed and the springs reply ever so audaciously. I carry my small brown suitcase and I head out the white door.
Whistle! The train blows, telling alerting all of us to hop on and leave our families. There are hundreds and hundreds of children here, some my age and the others far younger. All of them with tears in their eyes, sorrow in their hearts, wishing their mums goodbye since the dads are all off to war. Just like my dad.
"Thalia, listen to me." I turn to face my mother, my sweet kind mother. Her brunette hair is a bit tangled and her green eyes spill tears down her pale face. Tears start to spill from my eyes too. "It's going to be just fine. You'll go to Auntie Ellen in America after you reach the airport but first get off at Randall Station. Alright?" Her voice is barely louder than a whisper.
"I know mum, I know." I give her one last gracious hug and kiss her on the cheeks and I pick up my bag and I board the train. There is barely any room to get on because all the children are also boarding the train with me. The conductor with difficultly takes my ticket and manages to punch a hole into it. I head inside and look around to find a place to sit. Every passenger car seat is filled and all eyes turn to stare at me. Why in the world are they staring? Is it the red that I'm wearing or maybe the hat? It takes all of my willpower to not look at their eyes but I continue my search for a seat.
After 5 minutes of walking and carrying an elephant of a suitcase, I finally find a spot. A young man around my age is sitting in the compartment alone and reading a newspaper. I frown. He seems like the awfully educated ones that blab nonstop about news. I never find them quite interesting or good company. I stand there for a moment thinking whether I should ask him or no but all the others behind me start their shouts and complaints.
"Come on, now. Move it, miss! My feet are getting sore," a small child around the age of five, squeals behind me. I slide the compartment car and ask the gentleman.
"Excuse me, sir. It won't be too much to ask if I can sit with you?" I ask ever so politely with a cheeky smile.
"No, no." He straightens his posture and places the newspaper by his side. "Not at all… please." The young man makes a hand gesture to welcome me in. He grabs my suitcase and places it on top of the shelf where his baggage was.
"Thank you." I smile and nod.
"Anytime Ms. ...?" He stops and hesitates. He stands there for a moment, thinks and then smiles widely. "I believe I didn't catch your name, miss."
"Grace. Thalia Grace."
"I'm Castellan. Luke Castellan." He lets out his hand for a handshake. I accept and firmly shake his pale hand.
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Castellan," I reply politely.
"The pleasure is all mine Ms. Grace," says the man with the name: Luke Castellan.
"Please... call me Thalia."
I really hope you liked this chapter and feel free to comment, review and provide any sort feedback. All of them will be greatly appreciated and tell me…
Where should I take this story next? What do you want to read in the upcoming chapter or chapters? How long should I make this story? You get the idea…
Can I ask a favour? May you PLEASE review? Pretty please? *sighs* Anyway… one can dream now can't they?
I'm going to try to update soon but hang in there if I don't for sometime.
Have an awesome day that is just as awesome as you… :)
~ RosesOfGold