When one makes a mistake they will regret all their life, one can't simply keel over and die. Yellow is there to bring a flash of understanding to your mind. Yellow is thinking and intelligence. The foolish one must see yellow, they must see understanding and thought.

Thalia was a foolish one. She thought she had him. She thought he would return her love. But that was proven untrue. Several times. The first few, Thalia refused to believe it. She was so stupid. She was so stupid.

And she almost ruined herself over it. She kept up hope that Luke was unwilling to serve Kronos. She believed it, until that night. That night she knew she was wrong, how wrong she always really was.

She was in the woods, leading the Hunters as second-in-command, like she always had. They had come across a beach. Thalia decided to let the Hunters rest here for a while. She needed a walk. Thalia headed back into the forest.

As she got farther and farther away from her fellow Hunters and deeper and deeper into the maze of trees, she thought about how big her chances were that Luke would leave Kronos, and finally figure out what's best for him. He will come back. I'm sure.

She stopped. There were footsteps behind her. Thalia's mind started whirling. Was it Phoebe, telling her it was time to leave? It couldn't have been that long.

She heard a low growl. "Good to see you again, Thalia." A snicker followed.

She whipped her head around, and promptly gasped. Her eyes were met with the same blonde hair and facial features she'd been waiting for, but for some reason she was scared. "Luke—!"

Before she finished, Luke malignantly knocked her onto the ground and stood over her. She didn't try to fight back. "A hunter, eh? Well, my dear, now you're the hunted." Thalia drew in a sharp breath at his mocking tone.

"What do you want, Kronos?" Thalia hissed, but she was shuddering. This isn't Luke. This couldn't be.

"Oh no no, Thalia dear. Kronos is with me, but I am Luke. I will always be." A smirk. Thalia tried to get up off the ground, but the sole of his foot hit her in the face. A wave of pain smashed into her system, though it was the last thing on her mind.

"No.. you can't..." Thalia felt consciousness slipping from her. She struggled to keep her eyes open, enough to see Luke, not Kronos, bend down over her until she could faintly feel his breath on her face. He was smirking still. Thalia looked into his eyes, no longer blue, but golden. Golden yellow.

He's changed. He's willingly doing this. Luke, not Kronos.

The realization hit her like lightning. He was never going to come back. Luke wasn't Luke anymore. He wasn't the boy who she loved anymore. And he wasn't ever going to be again.

Before she closed her eyes, she saw that nasty grin on his face, and the flash of yellow from his eyes. Suddenly, his face disappeared from before her, and she heard yelling voices. Phoebe and the Hunters.

She didn't analyze what she saw. She drifted into unconsciousness, until the only visible image before her were Luke's eyes shining yellow in a sea of entire blackness.

He was Luke, but he wasn't the Luke she knew before. She had to accept that, and once she did, it somehow set a scary calm over her emotions. She no longer had to deal with the nagging voice at the back of her head, telling her that Luke would come back one day.

Because he wouldn't. And her heart and mind could finally rest.