"Go Luke! Take Annabeth!"
"Thalia!"
Thalia abruply sat up in her air-bed and relaxed at the familiar site of the tent.
The clock read 3:43 A.M.
She groaned and snuggled back in her blankets to try to go to sleep.
No luck. And it was a Saturday. She needed her beauty sleep!
Woah, Thalia. You're a daughter of Zeus, not Aphrodite.
A daugther of Zeus, huh? Is that all people thought about you? Daughter of Zeus, Pinecone Face, or leuitenant of Artemis?
You aren't your titles. Just because you acted strong on the outside didn't mean she was on the inside.
You dreams that dream almost every night, and keeps you thinking that you couldn't be there for Annabeth or prevent Luke from...
Stop it Thalia. It's too early in the morning for those thoughts.
But your mind disobeys, and you keep thinking...
Luke.
If you only were their for him. Make memories, and prevent him from going to Kronos. And if you were, maybe that nightmare wouldn't hunt her down for the rest of her almost-immortal life.
I'm a failure.
How about Jason? You think to yourself. You never failed him.
But you know you have, Thalia thinks. If you kept an eye on Jason, your mother might still have been alive. She might get of of drugs and drinking, and might have gotten married...
You don't want to admit it, but you barely knew anything about your brother when you first met him. And when you went to go get the picnic basket from the car all those years ago, you threw away the chances of spending more time with him.
And when you saw him fly, you were jealous. You actually tried to soar before, but it didn't work. It just made you notice that you are a failure.
(When you were little, you jumped of the apartment roof. Nice thinking, Grace. That just made you afraid of your domain.)
"Stupid thoughts." You said out loud to yourself. "Everyone's happy at the time being. Enjoy it."
A horn bellowed in the distance, and you see the sun's rays hit the tent.
Time to go hunting.
(Not hunted by your dreams.)
You're a failure Grace.
Shut up.
First your mother, then Jason and Luke. Don't you see? Your family is being hunted. Join me and I will keep you all under my wing.
Never.
I will hunt you down. And you will have no mercy.
Unless bringing your head on a platter to me counts as grace.
A.N. Yeah, this wasn't my best one... I made this based on the title, not the character. Plus kinda made it slip from Thalia's POV to the reader's accidentily. Oops...
Worst chapter. Ever. :(
I tried changing the you's to her or she, but it didn't work. Next chapter should make up for this one, though. I'll post it this weekend.
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