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Thalia stared up at the sun and couldn't stop the smile that was plastered onto her face. Things were going great. Her grades were on the rise, and her step mother was no longer badgering her about school. In fact, her step mother was on a business trip, and her father was engrossed in his company. That meant Thalia had free reign of her personal life and also of her hero responsibilities. No one could tell her what to do.

Thalia stretched out on the picnic table that she was laying on. It was her private spot that allowed her to be alone. Granted, a handful of people knew about it, but if they told anyone that they weren't suppose to, Thalia would kill them. She heard someone lay on the table next to and nudge her knee.

"The sun is almost as beautiful as you," Thalia began. Normally, she would hate the cheesy pick up lines, but since her girlfriend seemed to hate them just as much, it was fun to bounce stupid compliments back and forth. Even if Thalia thought the compliments were dumb, she still meant them. A hand grabbed hers and gentle squeezed it. Thalia smiled. "How are you doing today?"

"About the same as I have been," Reyna responded. Thalia closed her eyes and smiled. Without bothering to open her eyes, she turned her head and kissed her girlfriend. For a few moments, everything was great. Then, something trickled onto Thalia's nose.

Thalia tried to ignore it, but she felt something else trickle onto her nose. A faint scent of iron filled her nostrils. Thalia frowned and pulled away from her girlfriend. She placed a hand to her nose and opened her eyes. Thalia stared at the blood that was on her fingers. She looked up at Reyna and stared at the bullet hole that was in her girlfriend's head.

"It's hard for things to change when you're dead," Reyna whispered. Thalia closed her eyes tightly. When she reopened her eyes, she was back on the bridge that destroyed her life. She looked around for Kronos or her father, but neither were nearby. Thalia looked down and found Reyna laying on the ground, with blood trickling from her forehead.

"I'm sorry," Thalia began. She stared down at the gun that she held in her hands. The barrel of the gun almost seemed like it was smoking. Thalia closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down. It felt like her heart was about to beat out of her chest, and it was getting hard to breath. "I didn't kill you."

"You didn't fire the gun," Reyna agreed. She slowly sat up and grabbed the gun. Reyna didn't take the gun from Thalia. Instead, she pressed it against her own forehead, lining it up perfectly with the still bleeding wound. "But, you told Kronos to kill me."

"I had to make a choice," Thalia began. She tried to blink away her tears. "I'm sorry, Reyna. I'm sorry that I said I didn't want to date you anymore. The truth is that I loved you, and I was so conflicted. I was upset that you hid your secret, and I was upset that I hid my secret from you."

"If you loved me so much, you wouldn't have said that we were breaking up," Reyna said. "I told you that I was protecting my family. Hylla and Kinzie were being threatened by my mother and the Titans. I did what I had to do to protect them. You couldn't understand that and couldn't forgive me, but I am just suppose to forgive you for doing the same thing?"

"Oh, Thalia. Your pride and your need to have things follow your warped view are starting to catch up to you. How does it feel?" Reyna asked. Thalia tried to speak, but she just stared at the blood that trickled from Reyna's forehead.

"I wish I could take it all back. I wish it had me instead," Thalia said. She stared at the gun. Thalia couldn't move her arm, no matter how much she wanted to. Her arm refused to listen to her. Reyna slowly grabbed the gun with both hands and pulled it away from her forehead.

"Make it you then," Reyna whispered. Thalia stared at Reyna and then the gun. With a little help from Reyna, she turned the gun, so the barrel was facing her. Thalia pressed the gun against her own head, right between her eyes. Thalia took a deep breath, and she fired the gun.

A loud bang tore Thalia from her sleep. She quickly sat up and gasped for breath. Thalia heard laughing, and she slowly looked at the heavy backpack that was on the desk in front of her. Thalia slowly looked up at the owner of the backpack.

"If you want nap time, go back to first grade," Clarisse said. She grabbed her backpack and threw it on another desk. Thalia winced as she heard the same bang that woke her from her sleep. "You're in my seat."

Thalia slowly looked back at her desk. Her notebook looked like it had half written notes on it, and she didn't even remember falling asleep. Thalia quickly looked up at the clock and realized that she was going to be late to her next class. She quickly grabbed her notebook and threw it into her backpack.

"Hey," Clarisse said. She grabbed Thalia's arm, and for a moment, the senior actually looked concerned. The two had worked once or twice together to stop criminals, but Clarisse was too violent to be allowed on many of their jobs. "Don't drool on my desk again."

Thalia ignored Clarisse and pulled away from the bully. She started to walk towards the door of the classroom. How had she fallen asleep in class? Thalia had spent most of the night before awake, but that was thanks to a bad nightmare that had been brought about by stress. This nightmare was different though, and Thalia started to shake as she thought about it. She quickly tried to shake it off, and someone blocked her path.

Thalia expected it was Clarisse, probably to give her another insult or a shove out of the classroom. Instead, she found herself looking up at Minerva. Her teacher that lived a double life as a hero stared down at her. Thalia wanted to curse her luck. Out of all of classes that she could have fallen asleep in, she fell asleep in the one that had a mind reader.

"You need to go home," Minerva said. There was a scowl on her face, and Thalia did her best to not think of the dream. She knew Minerva was probably seeing bits and pieces, and that wasn't going to help Thalia's cause any. Minerva was the right hand of her father, and he usually listened to her on most things. Thalia was the exception. Minerva insisted that Thalia wasn't ready to return to her hero duties, and Jupiter insisted that she was.

"I'm fine," Thalia muttered. She appreciated Minerva's concern; she really did. The Olympians, the great heroes of the city who saved it so many years ago not only as their hero personas but also as their actual selves, were a tight knit family. They constantly watched each other kids but not many of them were actually good parents. It seemed like they were unsure how to handle kids, especially teenagers. They would ask if their children were okay, but they never cared enough to have their children elaborate. Minerva was different. She seemed to understand when something was actually wrong, or maybe, she was just reading their minds. Thalia could still appreciate it though, just not this time.

"It was not a suggestion," Minerva said. Her voice was quiet, so no one could hear them. Thalia felt eyes on the entire classroom on her back. Minerva didn't take too kindly to people who fell asleep in her class, but they all knew that Minerva was close friends with Thalia's father. That really just meant that Minerva would be tougher on Thalia.

"You can't just send me home. I have to get to my last class," Thalia argued. She pulled away from Minerva and walked out of the classroom. It didn't surprise her to hear her teacher follow behind her. "You don't need to worry about me. I just had a long night. I didn't mean to fall asleep in your class."

"You're still thinking of your dream," Minerva stated. Thalia looked down and desperately tried to change her thoughts. She tried to think of puppies or children or even pizza, but she kept going back to that image of Reyna placing the gun to her head. Thalia closed her eyes tightly. "School is almost over, and you need to get some sleep. I will call ahead to the office and let them know that you are leaving. If I find that you have gone to your next class, I will tell your father about your dream."

"You'll tell him anyway, so what does it matter?" Thalia muttered. She adjusted her backpack and stared at the ground. Minerva sighed. "You don't believe in me."

"I believe that you need more time to process everything before you go back to your duties, but that is out of my hands. Until you have proven that you cannot handle working in the field, I will not stand in your way," Minerva said. Thalia slowly looked up. "Just go home today and rest."

"Fine," Thalia muttered. She turned and stormed away from her teacher. Thalia wanted to go right to her next class, but if there was even a small chance that Minerva wouldn't tell her father, she needed to take it. She couldn't stand for other people to worry about her. Thalia was fine, and she was over what had happened to Reyna. It was just the lack of sleep that was starting to get to her.

As Thalia walked towards the office, she slowly looked around. Most of the other students were already in class, and she didn't see any of her friends. Of course, Annabeth would already be in class. Percy and Leo usually lagged behind and were late by a few minutes. Thalia didn't see either of them, and she wasn't sure if she felt relieved or not. They would ask her what was wrong, and she wasn't really ready for that.

The last few months had been spent with at least one of her friends at her side at every moment. She appreciated it, but she wasn't feeling suicidal. When things that reminded Thalia of Reyna came up, her friends would quickly change the conversation or get Thalia out of there. It was like they didn't realize that they were hindering Thalia's grieving process, not that she was grieving or anything. Thalia was fine. She just needed to keep doing things and keep her mind occupied, so she wouldn't fall into a pit of despair.

Thalia stopped at the front door to the office and took a deep breath. She stepped inside and immediately felt three pairs of eyes shot towards her. Thalia stared at the three old ladies who ran the office. One sat in front of her, and the other two sat on her left and right side, making some kind of demented triangle. All three of the old ladies looked to be in their sixties, but they were deceptively fast. Thalia had once seen them move so fast to break up a fight that it looked like they were flying.

All three had the same white hair pulled back into a bun and beady eyes that stared Thalia down. The only difference was the fact that the handbags that they always seemed to have were a different color, and it was the only real way to tell them apart.

"Ms. Minerva said that she called ahead. I'm leaving," Thalia began. The old hag with the red hand bag nodded. Those three really freaked Thalia out. Their beady eyes seemed to be able to pierce into the soul of anyone who stared at them for too long. The hag with the green bag pointed towards a clipboard at the far side of the room.

Thalia slowly nodded and walked past the three hags. While it sounded rude, there was a ninety eight percent chance that the three were actually demons. Whenever a teacher was sick, one of the three would play substitute, and it would be the worse day of that week, if not month. Thalia didn't want to say that the three tortured children for fun, but she hadn't found any evidence to prove the theory wrong.

Thalia made it towards the clipboard and signed her name. She put the date down and an illness for the reason that she was leaving the school. A glance back at the old ladies showed that they were all focused back on their desk. Thalia took a single step towards the door, and all three snapped their heads back towards her.

For a moment, Thalia debated saying something. Instead, she hurried out of the room and towards her locker. Thalia opened it and threw all of her books into her locker. She then slammed the door shut and grabbed her car keys. Maybe, it would be a good idea to go home and get some sleep. If there was an emergency later in the night, she would be able to go and keep herself busy. She would also be able to prove that she was ready to go back to being a superhero, no matter what anyone else said. Thalia was fine, and if she kept telling herself that, it would be true, sooner or later.