I saw this as a head cannon and decided to make a short one-shot about it.If anyone wants me to transform a head cannon into a story, contact me
She walked through the graveyard, looking at the rows of gravestones. This special graveyard by Camp Half Blood was where people who had done great service to the camp.
Leo Valdez, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Jason Grace, Piper McLean, Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson. Seven bold heroes. Seven lost souls.
Each one had their own graves with their own designs.
She first went to Percy's whose design she liked the best. It was decorated with swirling waves, the blue and white ombre waves curled off the side of the stone.
Annabeth's had two Ionic columns on the side to represent architecture which she had loved. She knelt down and bowed to Annabeth's grave, remembering when Luke and she had helped Annabeth get to camp when she was only seven. Annabeth had always been brave and smart, and she had always respected that.
Next there was Hazel's grave, decorated with gemstones and shimmering gold. It was personally her favourite design of them all. Hazel had always been nice as she was always different, and even though she was younger than the rest of the seven, she was no less brave. In fact, even though everyone always says that Percy was always the bravest, Thalia personally thought that Hazel was.
The next one was Frank's decorated with animal heads and red and gold Chinese writing. Frank had been a warrior, but he was very caring and nice on the inside. She couldn't read the Chinese characters but she knew they meant He may not be with us but he always will be.
After Frank's grave, there is Leo's, elaborately decorated with fire. Leo was nice because he brought colour to everything, even if he would be a bit annoying sometimes.
Next to that one was Piper's grave, decorated with interesting patterns which she would probably choose over hearts. She had liked Piper because even though she was the daughter of Aphrodite, she was still a fighter and was very determined, and also very nice.
The last grave on the line was Jason's, which had the image of the wind, graceful yet powerful. She knelt down and muttered a prayer.
"My lady," she whispered, "I swore the oath, and I know I am breaking it, but he's dead. Let me please, one last time,"
Artemis offered no answer, but she thought she heard the leaves rustle slightly in response. She rested her head on the beautiful gravestone, and without any regret, Thalia Grace cried for her brother.
She knew very well about her oath, but it was her brother, and she couldn't help shedding tears for him. She loved him like any sister loves her brother. And being a hunter couldn't change that. Ever.
She cried and it started to rain, the grey cloudy skies showing that Zeus was also feeling the same way. She cried for the seven lost souls. She cried for seven lost heroes. She cried for seven lost friends.