Takes place two years after book 3 (Titan's Curse)
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"Luke, we've caught another one of the Hunters." The thirteen-year-old boy said, entering Luke's room, shaking water out of his black hair. "She's downstairs in the dungeons. The Master wants you to take care of her."
"Not now, Nico. Do you know her name?"
"Thalia."
Luke's heart broke as he heard the name. It was just as he feared. Two minutes, five minutes went by before he replied. It didn't feel like five minutes. It felt like an eternity. He ran his hand through his blonde hair in frustration.
"Tell the master that someone else has to do it. I can't take this one." His vision swam as his blue eyes filled to the brim with tears. Thalia. She had tried to kill him, hadn't she? She had succeeded, actually. His soldiers had offered all they had to Hades for him back, and he had agreed to a seat of power in Kronos' new reign after the war. Thalia had killed him, why couldn't he kill her.
Another few minutes passed before he heard an angry roar from down the hall. "LUKE! YOU KILL THAT HUNTRESS NOW!"
He summoned all his strength and stood up, walking to the doorway of the dungeon. Here goes nothing, he thought. But something changed his mind.
"No." it was barely even a whisper, but the Master heard it anyway.
"WHAT?"
"Ma ton Di'a ou toi'nun (Not by Zeus). I will not kill her." He felt himself being grabbed from behind as the Master roared even louder at the name of the great god.
"GET HIM!"
He turned on his capturer – a half-blood daughter of Ares. "Melena, no…" He started, but she pulled out her sword and stabbed him in the ribcage. He staggered and fell to the ground, pulling out his dagger and stabbing at her chest with it as he fell. The dagger hit against her armor and bounced off, not affecting her in the least. She grabbed him by his hair and lifted him up, opening the door to the dungeon and throwing him down the long, stone staircase.
"Ô sunte'leia (Oh ye gods)," he begged just before blacking out. "Forgive me."
Thalia slowly opened her eyes, trying to let them adjust to the darkness. "Who's there?" she called out, hoarsely. She struggled against her handcuffs, trying to break free.
There was a groan from a figure on the ground. In what little light there was, she could see blood pooling from its body.
"Who are you?" She asked.
"Th-Thalia?" It rolled over and she could see its face clearly. Luke.
"You bastard. Es Hai'dou bas'ke (go to hell)."
"No… Thalia, you don't understand." He grunted in pain, putting his hand to his ribcage, trying to stop the bleeding.
"You already tricked Annabeth. You're not getting to me to."
He grimaced in pain. "They're coming for you. You have to get out of here, now!" He drew his sword and shattered her handcuffs. "Pros Theôn' ... go!"
"You… theon?"
"I've repented. I don't know if they'll forgive me, but I hope you will. Now go!" He was obviously struggling to speak. "Fourth stone up from the mouse hole is loose. There's a door behind it that leads outside."
She didn't trust him, but tried the stone anyway. It pulled free, and the door swung open to reveal Times Square.
She turned back to him. "Luke, we need to get you out of here. If you've really done hat you said, they're going to kill you. You're already dying."
He was unconscious.
She lifted him up over one shoulder, silently thanking Artemis for her Hunter's strength, and carried him out through the door.