Author's note: Guess what guys? Here's the latest A Day in the Life… Enjoy!

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Thalia POV In the future…

I pulled the bow's string taut, then let the arrow fly, silent as the moon's trek across the night sky. It hit its mark dead-center, and the young buck fell to the ground with an audible thump. I heaved a sigh, walked over and gently removed the arrow, then felt for a heartbeat. There was none.

I looked surreptitiously around the dark forest, only lit by the moon and the soft glow of the stars. None of my hunters, nor Lady Artemis were to be seen- Just as I had hoped for. I placed my hand on the deer's warm, furry head, and spoke an incantation under my breath. With the final blessing said, the buck shot up onto his feet, the wound closing and the blood retracting as he did so. He noticed me hovering near him, and with bob of his head, he dashed into the shady woodland.

I gave a tiny smile at my small victory. Victory… A decade ago, a victory would have been downing a vicious bear. Two decades ago- A killed monster, the defeat of a Titan. Now, however… I shook my head. Now, I wondered why I chose this life. To never die, to live forever, serving the Goddess for eternity. A conquest now was returning a wild thing to the living, to let it grow old and die like it was meant to.

To grow old… I only wished I could grow old. Grow old like Percy and Annabeth, who were married with children, and a grandchild on the way. Like Nico and his wife, Mira. To grow old like their kids.

I yearned to die. To die like Luke, who I'd once loved, though he loved someone else. To die like Zoe, my soul at peace at last. Like Clarisse' and Chris' newborn child, who never had a real chance at life, but will forever be carried on in spirit. While everyone else experienced life, death, and living, I was fifteen until the world ended.

I shook myself from my state of melancholy, and looked at the sky to gauge the time. Almost midnight. I pulled the hunting bugle off my belt and blew it, calling the hunters back to the temporary campsite. The noise echoed around the woods, ruining the peaceful bliss that I'd been reveling in. With a last look around the clearing, I trudged back to the campsite, did a head count on all of our girls, then checked to see if Lady Artemis was back. She wasn't, and though I shouldn't think so, I was glad. I went to my tent, toed off my boots, then collapsed, exhausted, onto the bedroll.

{-La lune, l'arc et la flèche, à jamais d'être jeune.-} Page break !

I awoke at dawn, Apollo's chariot just peeking over the distant horizon. I glanced around the desolate grounds, breathing a deep breath of the cool mountain air. This time was one of the few moments of the day that I still enjoyed. Everything else had lost its color. Compared to this second, life as a whole seemed… Dull.

As I watched, the sun rose even higher, flooding the forest with a warm orange glow, highlighting a tall oak tree. I studied it. Trees. At one point, a lifetime ago, I was one. I didn't recall memories of that period, per se, just… Flashes. Emotions. Strong winds, cool rain, the feeling of small hands touching my bark, hoping for a blessing or relief. The serenity of soaring high, my branches stretching towards the distant heavens. I could hear some of the girls starting to stir, and Lady Artemis' tent was beginning to unzip. She called my name softly. "Thalia. A word, please." I turned to look at my patron- she didn't look angry, but like she wanted to talk. I glanced back over my shoulder to where the noble tree stood, with the sun giving the illusion that it was ablaze, that at any second it would fall, broken, but I knew it would still continue to stand in its eternal glory. Forever, or until time, at least for it, stopped. In its world, endless.

For that was me. Thalia Grace, Pine Tree Extraordinaire, Daughter of Zeus, Lieutenant of Artemis. Immortal. Never dying, never aging. Forever young.

Author's note: Hmm. That was kinda… depressing. I didn't mean for this to come out all… you know, but my Thalia piece had a mind of its own. So, how was it? Good? Bad? No comment? Whatever, drop me a review. Please. Also, check out my other stories, as well as my newest one, The Life of an Amnesiac Son of Neptune. It's a Heroes of Olympus series. Well… I'll update as soon as possible.

Random fact(s): **The Vestal Virgins were women priests who tended the sacred fire of Vesta, goddess of the hearth fire. If they lost their virginity, even as a result of rape, they were buried alive in an unmarked grave. In the 1,000-year history of the temple, only 18 Vestals received this punishment. **'Jedi' is an official religion in Australia with over 70,000 followers.

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~Ale-Mar {Melt your Heart}