Children of the Big Three

Thalia was scowling. She seemed to be doing that more and more these days. She rarely smiled anymore. All the other Hunters didn't understand her attachment to the boy. But it wasn't just any boy. No, it was her very own cousin Percy Jackson.

Annabeth had IM'm her a couple nights ago, just before all the gods retreated to Olympus. Even Artemis. Thalia was in charge of the Hunt now and even though she tried to keep her feelings at bay, she couldn't help but feel resentment.

One year. Just one year she'd like no horror/doomsday prophecy come to pass. Just one measly year! Is that too much to ask? But no! Just a couple months after they finally one the Titan War and everything seemed happy BAM! He's gone.

Annabeth had IM'm her and she had looked horrible. Her blond hair was dishevelled and her eyes were red and puffed up with tears still tracing her cheeks. She just couldn't keep a steady voice. That's when Thalia knew that something was majorly wrong. Because no matter what happened, no matter how many tears made their way down her cheeks, Annabeth always, always acted strong and tried to keep a steady voice. Something terrible had happened to Annabeth and Thalia was going to personally hunt that person down and shove and arrow right through their stupid heart.

But then what she had told her made her heart drop. Percy was missing. Percy was gone, he had just disappeared. He could be dead. No, she refused to think like that. She had already lost her own family; she had already lost her mother before she was even truly dead, she had already lost her own brother, her sister Annabeth was on the verge of falling apart, and no. She refused to believe her own hard-headed, little brother/cousin was gone.

Because believe or not she had become close to the kid. Sure, he was goofy, uncoordinated, except when he was sword-fighting, annoyed her practically to death, but she had become close to the kid. She remembered when she had first met the kid. Now she knew that technically he was older than her, but she didn't care. Besides, she was mentally older than he was anyways and to her, that's what counted.

She had learned about Luke's betrayal and how six years of her life had passes, six years she could never get back. For ages she had been plagued with thoughts about how she missed Annabeth grow up, how she might've been able to stop Luke, how her relationship with Luke might've become something more. She tried not to dwell on these things anymore; it was never good to keep thinking what if because everyone knows that you can't change the past.

And annoying little Percy Jackson had heard her crying in the cabin and because he was so nice to everyone, well maybe not Clarisse or Drew, he just had to intrude and try to help her. Gods, she had wanted to wring that kid's neck. But he was one of the first friends, excluding Annabeth and Grover that she'd ever had.

Percy put his arm around her. "I may not know how that feels, but I can understand the rest. Staying in a cabin alone is nerve-wracking. Being separated from the other campers like some rare disease is annoying. Don't let all the rumours and the insults get to you. It's not worth it. I'm your cousin. You're the closest thing I've ever had to a sister, and you're part of my family now."

That had probably been one of the nicest feelings she had ever felt when he had said that to her. They had been through a lot together. The whole Capture the Flag incident flashed through her mind. She had actually meant to shock him, she was just angry but when he retaliated oh it was on! Then came the quest with Little-Miss-Perfect Zoë Nightshade. Thalia had hated her. That had changed. Then in the junkyard with Talos and Bianca di Angelo's death, she knew it was horrible but she felt relieved that it wasn't Percy. She didn't know Bianca very well and after all they went through to rescue her and her little brother Nico she just ditched them for the Hunt. Ditched her little brother. Thalia had lost Jason and she would do anything to get him back, where Bianca had a little brother that obviously adored her, and she just left him.

Then the battle on Mount Tamaplais when Percy was holding the sky, she couldn't believe he would be that brave. And when Atlas was about to kill him, she was so scared she was about to lose him too. But Zoë had saved him. Then when it was all over, Zoë had got placed in the stars as the Huntress. She had joined the Hunt on Olympus, practically handing the prophecy to Percy. She felt bad but knew that somehow he'd be able to succeed.

She hadn't seen him for almost a year until she ran into him with a hellhound named Mrs. O'Leary. Just when she thought he couldn't get any weirder. Then Nico had shown up and then things all went to Hades. Literally. They had to find a stupid sword that Hades had illegally built and got stolen. Gods. Then Percy got cut by the keres. And Thalia thought that's it. He's actually going to die. But she knew she would try her hardest to make sure he was alive. She would get Hades or Persephone to heal him as a reward for getting back the stupid sword. Anything but letting him die. At the Lethe she couldn't believe how strong he was. He held up the Lethe even with his shoulder and Thalia now had a newfound respect for him. Then he had gone and defeated a Titan. Gods was there anything he couldn't do?

The Titan War. That was possibly the worst summer of her life. The fear in the air that never went away. Wondering if today would be her last. She brought the Hunters to New York where the battle would surely happen. And there was Percy. Leading an army of 40 warriors, not nearly strong enough to hold back the Titans, but he somehow they managed to survive. When she learned that Percy had taken a dip in the Styx she was really afraid. Sure he was invulnerable and that would be a big help, but one small cut on his Achilles' had he would be gone. And if he did that to her, she would hunt his soul down and throw it into Tartarus.

Then on Olympus she had seen the statue threatening to fall down and kill Annabeth and Percy. She couldn't allow that. So, she pushed them out and got herself trapped. She had felt so useless. She could her talking and shouting. Then there was silence. It was even worse than the screaming. At least then she would have an idea about what was happening. There was a blast of raw power accompanying a blood-curdling scream, so pain-filled that she couldn't recognize it. She prayed to every single god that it wasn't Percy or Annabeth. Then the gods had came rushing in. Poseidon, looking so much like Percy, got his Cyclopes to lift the statue off of her. She ran into the Throne Room with the gods. And there he was. All safe tired but safe along with Annabeth kneeling beside the broken body of Luke Castellan. She had a lot of pity for Luke, she mourned the old Luke, the one that was so full of life before he had become so bitter. But Percy and Annabeth had survived. That was all that mattered to her.

She gritted her teeth. Whoever had done this to Percy, gods they were going to wish they were locked up in Tartarus. Annabeth was completely shattered, throwing herself into looking for Percy, her cold gray eyes empty. The entire camp was going crazy with worry. The gods were being absolutely no help. Nico di Angelo had disappeared looking for Percy and no one had seen him since. She had the Hunt scouring North America looking for any sign of him.

She was going to find him. Because the children of the Big Three stuck together.

Apparently a lot of people liked this fic, so after months of deliberation I decided to write second chapter. This takes place during the Lost Hero but before she meets Jason. Hope you like it!

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