Hey! I Bring you chapter 7, Thalia! It was interesting to write, if not a little difficult. 2nd POV is always a little tricky. On top of that, I was trying to get inside Thalia's head, and write this to the rhythm I thought her thoughts came to her, so it also is a little different from my usual writing style. Not to mention that I use "and" too many times for anyone's own good. Anyways, hope you like it.
And thank you to everyone who enjoyed how I portrayed Nico. It's sometimes hard to give characters feelings/reactions you think they have because they often don't show what they're feeling, which makes it hard to pinpoint their character, per say.
Also, I got The Serpent's Shadow (last book in The Kane Chronicles) todayand I can't wait to start reading it! Anyone else going to read it?
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Heroes of Olympus.
You can only remember being angry at first. So, so angry; you wanted to take a rock, a sword, anything, and smash it in half, break it to pieces.
How can this happen, you had thought. It was always with a hint of bitterness, though, because you already knew.
The world needed another hero, and it was going to be Percy. Because it was always Percy. Whether you liked it or not, whether the gods liked it or not. And certainly whether Percy himself liked it or not. He never got the choice; he always played the hero.
Your second thought is to go find him, to save him, even if he's fought Kronos and Hyperion and countless monsters, even if he probably can handle himself (and probably doesn't want saving either). But still, you're a hunter; you're trained to do this. You think, with childish hope, that if anyone can find Percy, it would be you.
However, it doesn't take much to snap you back into reality.
Jason.
You meet him in the mountains, in a cave with two friends. You're so happy to see him, and it's in that instance that you know that if Percy hadn't gone missing, then you wouldn't have found Jason. And you're not sure how to feel about that.
You're happy and sad and frustrated all at once, and what you wouldn't give to be a normal person, to leave everything behind and just take your brother and your friends with you.
And it doesn't take long for you to realize what needs to happen. Maybe it's the immortality, maybe that's somehow given you wisdom, but you soon get it. You weren't gong to find Percy, and neither would Annabeth or Grover or Tyson. Percy was going to find his own path at the Roman camp, and you knew he can do it.
Percy was strong. He could fight his way to the top of the Roman Camp, and probably say a stupid thing or two while he did it. Because that's just who he was, or at least that's what he was to you. A fighter (who was always just a bit oblivious).
And you finally get to know Jason and you're happy; you brother isn't dead and you finally get to actually know him. But you're still angry and sad and frustrated, because even if you know Percy will be okay, he should've been done with prophecies and almost dying. It should've been someone else's turn to play the hero (but, you always remind yourself, there are seven heroes this time).
So with Percy and Jason and a war, all you really end up feeling is bittersweet.
So what do you think? I wrote this chapter twice, once with 3rd POV and once with 2nd and I found myself liking the 2nd better, but that might just be me. Also, i had to fit in how Thalia felt about Percy and Jason, which gave the entire chapter this whole bittersweet feeling to it, so any comments on that? Anyways, review and tell me what you think, please!
Also, once I finish Kitchen Duty (my tratie fic), I'm starting a Leyna (LeoxReyna) story, so be on the lookout!
Up next: Rachel, Katie, or Chiron. Thoughts?
