Thalia
The monsters...were just a faint memory by now.
The pain...was just a thought that was pushed to the dusty corners of her mind.
Her friends...were forgotten in the din of one lone memory.
Her little brother...was taking up all the space she had in her muggy mind.
She could hear the pounding feet, the yells, chokes, and sobs. The grass that was whispering in the faint breeze. The cries of the triumphant hellhounds.
She could feel all that was lost, the air, life, and plants. The grass that was slick with her blood. The remnants of hellhound fur.
But she doesn't give a thought about the noises, feelings.
But she devotes her entire being to her Jason...her little brother.
One day, she knows, she will see him again.
One day, they will be reunited.
Last thoughts are calming.
Last thoughts are of Jason.
Jason
He is lying on the springy grass with Reyna.
He is lying to his soul mate about his life.
The devastation of his loss hits him.
The devastation of the event, thousands of miles away hits him.
His thoughts become murky.
His thoughts are all lost.
Except for one of them.
Except for his sister.
Her pain courses through him.
Her pain of losing everything that was good in her life.
Watching as her life slips away like water on glass.
Watching as the new pine tree is formed, the new life.