This is usually the part where I make some half-witted attempt to be funny while also expressing that I'm not affiliated with the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series. Rather, Just some creepy weirdo on the internet who enjoys writing about my favorite characters in mortal danger, simply for my own sick pleasure. Isn't that adorable? NO, MOTHER! WRITING IS NOT ADORABLE OR CUTE, SO STOP SAYING THAT! IT IS SERIOUSLY INTENSE AND MESSED UP WHAT I'M DOING HERE, SO LEAVE ME ALONE! Enjoy everyone!
Thalia
The worst part about being locked up with no where to go is the intense and absolute boredom that comes along with it. Since I was clearly in better shape than Percy was, I tried to break the chains. And, naturally, they had been cast with some sort of binding spell that acted like magic super glue. We sat around like rocks for what had to be days, hoping something would happen that would bring us out of our miserable stupor. Finally, our wish was granted, in the worst way.
I wouldn't have noticed she was there if she hadn't spoken out, she would've simply remained shrouded in complete darkness until Percy and I rot to bones. Not that she wouldn't enjoy that, but still.
She cackled in the blackness and said "Well, aren't you two having the best of times? I'm glad I got here in time for all of the festivities!" Her voice was smooth and sickly sweet with false enthusiasm. She reminded me of my mother and I hated her instantly. I could barely make out a vague humanoid figure within the void. "Yeah," Percy snarled, "we're about to play 'beat the piñata'." I placed my hand on his shoulder to calm him, and his muscles relaxed slightly. She clicked her tongue and waggled her finger, like a school teacher reprimanding a five year old. "Now, now, now, that's no way to treat someone who brings you food is it?"
We perked up at the word food, filled with newfound enthusiasm. "And its dreadfully dark in here, how about some light, hm?" she asked. A glowing orb was conjured, and I could finally see who lay before me. I stared, mesmerized by a beautiful woman holding a McDonald's bag. Her piercing green eyes bore into me with menace, yet I sensed something else. Sorrow? Pity? She had long dark hair braided with threads of gold that glinted in the light from her orb. She wore a silky black dress which had shapes that moved with the fabric, like animal shadows stalking in the night.
Percy looked like he was either going to murder her, have a heart-attack, or both.
They locked eyes, and sparks from an old flame set the room ablaze. "You," they said. Two people, one feeling, one voice. "When he told me I would enjoy the fate of at least one of them, I hadn't known it would be this swine!" "He? Who's he? and why are we here?" I asked the strange woman, but she completely ignored me. She walked closer and bent down in Percy's face. I could see the strain against the temptation to throttle her in his face. What was their deal? I thought. They obviously knew each other, but how?
Percy smiled and asked "How's the salon? Or did you get closed down for experimenting on animals?" While she glared and Percy smirked, I put two and two together. Reaching back in my mind, I remembered a story Annabeth told me after I was done being a source of pinecones. About her and Percy on an island and Percy being turned into a guinea pig by...
"Circe," I said aloud, causing the minor goddess of magic to cast me a confused look. She smiled, stood up, and commented "Ah, Thalia Grace, the daughter of Zeus. It's a shame my daughter hates your father, you would be a great worker for my salon!"
I, having no intention of being enslaved and or having to do with anything to do with the words beauty or salon, did the best I could to get her away.
I half smiled and said quickly "That's cool, now about the food..." The smell coming from the paper bag had been driving me insane. "Right," she muttered. She disappeared, but left the orb and the food. As Percy and I ravaged through the greasy fast food, the orb slowly died out. Soon we were again left alone, but we weren't silenced. We talked about what had happened. What could and would happen. Then came the planning. As we discussed I knew one thing. Either we would escape, or die trying
Dear pedals-in-the-wind,
Thank you so much for that incredibly nice review! So I tried to make it a bit longer, but without dragging it out too much. How'd I do? Well, I hope.
Sincerely
Kitty AKA Child of Hades
And, for all you poorly informed, today is Thalia's birthday! My present to her is imprisonment! Congrats, and I know you'll have many more, considering you're practically immortal.
Fact Check Jerk: Um, actually, she can die in battle! And you call us poorly informed!
Me: I know thats why I said practically immortal, not just immortal.
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