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She had had enough. Her mom was a drunk and her little brother dead. How could it get any worse? It was bad enough the press were after them now this? She couldn't take it anymore. She put on her cloak, it was a green color and made of wool for it was cold in upstate New York.

She left the note on the kitchen counter:

Dear mom,

You have driven me to the limit. Jason was the only reason I stayed. But now that he's gone I have no reason to stay. I can't take it anymore. I remember the first time you had brought someone home besides Zeus. I was a year and a half. You canoodled in you room, the one across from mine.

I'm not sorry for what I've done. But I can't take it anymore. Infact the only reason why the note is even here is because I didn't want you thinking that Hera got me. But I promise you she didn't. Just forget about me, you old drunk!

Sadly your daughter,

Thalia

She readied herself; she had a hundred dollars, clothes, a water jug, her "bangles", her knife, some ambrosia and nectar, some drachma, and enough food to last her two days. She was good to go.

She made sure everything was in place, and had snuck out through her window.

She looked at the picture of Jason and her that was in her hand.

"For you, Jason." she said as a tear strolled lazily down her cheek.


"Luke! Luke! Oh gods Luke! I thought Mr. Jasper had killed you." May shouted as she threw her arms around fourteen year old Luke. If your wondering who Mr. Jasper was, he was there pet stuffed poodle.

"Mom, please get off me... your scaring me." Luke said uncomfortably.

"Oh and Luke," May said. "I want yo to know that your father will be home for dinner." she said, wiping a tear from her eye.

Luke rolled his eyes. He really didn't care. She had said the exact same thing for the last fourteen years of his life.

"Mom, I'm going up stairs so-" he was cut off when the green fog came out of her mouth:

The God of the Skies

His daughter you will meet

Before her Death comes to greet.

"Mom... please your scaring me... Mom!" Luke yelled trying to pry her off of him.

Her eyes went back to normal and he was finally out of her grasp.

He ran up the stairs to his room.

Pulling twenty bucks out of the hole in the wall behind his poster of Spiderman. Putting clothes, dracma, ambrosia and nectar, his sword, and some food.

He left a simple note saying four words:

Mom you scare me.

And with that the Son of Hermes left.