This might be a little OOC bevause it's kind of poetic, not all "badass" like the real Thalia. Whoops! Sorry! But I had to write it this way, I couldn't help it, sorry, don't like don't read. Also, sorry I was gone so long.

I stand, my shield up, my eyes closed.

This is how I want to die, fighting, defending my friends. As Luke and Annabeth race over the hill. the hellhounds jump at me...

Then it all goes dark.

Luke's face flashes in front of me...Annabeth's...Grover's. A whirl of color and jagged images overtakes me...

Then it all gives way to blackness again.

I am conscious...but there is something wrong with my body. I am not as tall as a tree. I am not stiff, and I do not blow in the wind.

I think I am, in fact, a tree.

Every thought I ever had I think again. How Halcyon Green sacrificed himself for us. The twin demigods that had died fighting the Hydra. The mysterious cloaked man who hammered the Celestial bronze to make Luke a sword. Little Annabeth, who has an IQ of about 189 but still pees the bed sometimes, when we're all jumpy after a monster attack. Luke.

Luke...

I had a crush on him from the moment I met him. But now I know we are not meant to be. If I remain as a tree, like this, I can watch him, watch him fall in love. He thinks I am dead.

Maybe it's better that way.

I watch new campers arrive, year after year. I watch Luke and Annabeth grow. I see campers fall in love, I see campers die.

It's a lonely life.

I remember Luke cursing the gods (though never within Annabeth's earshot) saying those goddamn fucking bastards, why the fuck did they have us, do they like seeing us suffer, and why the fuck are they such fucking goddamn JERKS?

Luke was angry a lot.

One day he came back from a quest with a scar and a bitter look on his face, and I wanted to stroke it, to comfort him and to kill whatever did this to him...

No more campers left on a quest after that.

I wat h a boy with black hair leap out of a Camaro. Grover is passed out. And a woman who must be his mother is talking to him. I watch him fight the Minotaur...his mom disintegrates. I feel for him; my own mother died in a car crash a few...

I wonder how many years it has been.

He fights the Minotaur. I admire his skill. He looks a little like me.

He brushes past me, holding Grover, crying.

I watch him go to the big house. Annabeth and Chiron stand over him and bring him inside.

The next time I see him, he is standing near the creek. He is fighting the Ares girl, Clarisse. He wins. He's really good.

A hellhound appears, and somehow he manages to kill it.

He falls into the creek. Annabeth points out something on his arm. I can't see it, but even from this far away I can see the sign appearing over his head.

A green trident.

He is a son of Poseidon.