AN: Hey guys and gals and gods and goddesses and demigods and satyrs and…ok I'll stop now. I don't really feel like doing homework right now so I'll write you guys a chapter. Sorry the last one was so short. NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED AND ALL THAT LOVELY S**T: All these characters and settings blah de blah belong to Rick Riordan.
I know I already did two in Thalia's POV but I decided that I can do whatever the f**k I want so deal with it.
Thalia
As Percy told her what had happened she wrote it down on the back of the doughnut bag (AN: I LOVE WAFFLES EXSPECIALLY WHEN THEY ARE BLUE!). She couldn't help crying right along with Percy. When he finished Thalia looked up at him. She wanted to wake up; she wanted this all to be a nightmare. Percy then stood up and handed her Riptide (now in pen form).
"Here," he said, "give this to my father."
"Wha-," Percy interrupted her.
"I have to do this I made a promise." Percy sighed and looked at Thalia with sympathy. She sobbed and hugged him.
"I understand," she cried into his shoulder. Thalia stepped back and nodded.
"Two more things," Percy took a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket, "read this to them too." Thalia nodded again.
"And the second thing?" Percy chuckled.
"Thalia 'di Angelo' has a nice ring to it if you know what I mean." Thalia punched him in the arm.
"No."
"What you don't like it?" Percy said in his usual annoying way. Thalia sighed and rolled her eyes. "Well, I guess this is it?" Thalia remembered why Percy had another weapon in his jacket pocket. "Goodbye, Thalia."
"Goodbye, Percy." Thalia walked away from him a couple steps and plugged her ears. She heard a muffled bang, then silence. She unplugged her ears, took a slow steady breath, and turned back around to the mangled, dead body of her cousin, with a 22 caliber lying next to him on the ground. She couldn't help it she dropped to her knees and cried.
AN: I know that was short but it had to be. Next chapter will reveal what happened to Annabeth. I swear on the River Styx.