Here is the next verse. This one is ok. It wasn't hard to right about, but I had to think. So... I'm not saying I don't like to think, but it takes a lot of work after being at school and doing homework and playing sports. It's a lot of stuff to think about and only a small part of my brain can focus on this.

"So run, run, run
And hate me, if it feels good.
I can't hear your screams anymore"

The year before the war actually came the huntresses became busy. I myself was now completely devoted to the huntresses. I didn't think about Luke in the way that made my heart ache. I thought about every way I could slice and dice him just to toss him into Tartarus with his master.

The huntresses themselves were on the move constantly. We ran around the U.S.A. frantically gathering materials we could use to create weaponry. One of our trips even included an unauthorized trip into Hephaestus' forges. In other words: we stole a good couple hundred arrow heads. We hauled but back out of the forges before anyone caught us, though Artemis did get into a heated argument with the god of the forges a couple days later.

Now, the huntresses were doing pretty well. That was until we started getting hate mail from Zeus. An eagle would start coming three times a week carrying a letter address to Artemis herself. Every time, the letter said something about joining this war. Personally, I had thought we were in the war. We fought off a good number of minions from the army. But, we weren't in the war?

Yes, I had indeed found out this information because one day the letter was addressed to me. It said:

My daughter,

I believe you have chosen wisely by joining the huntresses. It had held of a war that could have been catastrophic at the time. Yes, it had given us more time, but it has also given the enemy more time. I fear that the end will soon be here and we need your help.

You may think that you have already done your part. You kill your own number of monsters. Indeed, it does help, but only to the slightest extent. What we need now is enough people to take on the wave that is coming.

Lady Artemis has yet to except that fact that she must join this war. She must help her family in the fight that is coming. Yet, she continues to try and convince herself that this does not exist. Preparations have been made among your ranks and now, it is time to put them to action.

Thalia, what I ask of you is that you please try and speak to your lady. I only ask you this because I fear that you are the only one who can complete this war. We need your help my child. I need you to do this. Not for me or your Olympians relatives that sit upon Mt. Olympus. No not for us, but the kids who sit at the table tonight on the other side of Half-Blood Hill. They are the ones in true need of the help you can supply. Help your friend Percy Jackson and your friend Annabeth Chase. And, help yourself because I know you are the child of the great prophesy. Not Perseus, but you, you are the one who must finish this may it be now or later. You are the finally piece.

Zeus

After that day I wasn't quite sure what to think. Actually, I did. I had one question that sat in my mind. In the great prophesy it spoke of the first child to turn sixteen as the great one, but I was stuck at age fifteen. I was stuck at one day till the age sixteen. What was I supposed to do in order to gain those last few hours of age and become sixteen?

Errands became more and more frequent. I was sent on many private missions going into towns as a normal being and retrieving needed items such as first aid and food. Animals had grown scarce in the wild as they sensed on coming danger. I saw Luke in few places. He would be standing beside a tree in the distance as I ran. A frown was plastered across his face as I saw him more and more often. He was watching me…

I tried to ignore it. I did. But, he appearance came more a more frequently. I ran faster when I saw him and I would seem to escape, but he would appear a few yards away leaned against another tree. Every time I saw him he got closer. He would appear a few feet closer to my path every time until he was standing right next to me. He never followed me and he never jumped me. He simply frowned at my passing and I could feel the icy glare on my back as I continued without a single backward glance.

Once I was running back toward camp and he appeared every couple trees as if by magic. I started noticing the rapid pattern and broke into a dead sprint. I was okay with him hating me. But, the constant reappearance of his disapproving face was driving me to the edge of insanity. Any humorist would have said it was a short drive and I would have agreed.

Every tree he was there the next day. Every trunk I passed his body was waiting on the other side frowning. I knew it was me. I knew it was. I had gone insane. I wanted him to hate me. I wanted to. I wanted him to leave me alone! It was maddening.

I ran faster trying to escape and finding not exit to my hallucinations. I prayed to every god that I knew the name of to let it stop to just make it seize. But, no such luck.

As I neared the halfway point to town his figure appeared in my path. I scream as I ran straight through him and tumbled to the ground after tripping over myself. As I was falling I heard the whisper of the words, "I love you," come from the mist I had fallen through. I looked back to where he had been standing and his figure floated away like mist in the wind. I crawled to a tree and put my head in my hands crying tear filled sobs into the air. I mumbled few words mostly his name and then an insult.

"It won't help." Someone said quietly as a hand rested on my knee.

I looked up through tear filled eyes face to face with a girl. There seemed to be permanent tear stains under her eyes. Her blue eyes were watery and said as if filled with tears rather then color pigment. Her skin was pail and she wore dark makeup that created the heavy stains under her eyes. A frown creased her thin lips. Even though she looked sad, she was beautiful.

"Melpomene…" I whispered the word hiding my face once more from the sight. The Muse of Tragedy and paid me enough attention for a visit. Now, I knew my life was tragic.

"Thalia, sister, tears never solved someone's problems. Though in my life I have suffered and witnesses many they helped one or two. You can not cry over this boy. He isn't worth it." Melpomene took a deep ragged breath and then she let it out slowly before continuing. "Though Aphrodite doesn't realize it, Eros, her brother, is messing with you. These hallucinations of his figure in these woods are him. He is the one making you see the disappointed look on his face. You can't really hear his disappointment because he's not there. Yes, he may hate you, but that is what's supposed to happen. His hate lets you know that what you have done is right. Because his hate isn't against you, he hate's his self Sister. He hates what he thinks he has to do. That includes hurting you."

"It's not fair. It's not fair! He shouldn't be able to make me feel this way. I'm a huntress! I'm not supposed to care. But, I do. I can't help it." I sobbed not lifting my head to look at my half-sister.

"My full sister is much like you in many ways. Her name included. She believes that the world should work a certain way. Though her way is more comedy than you would prefer, she is still has a one tracked mind much as you do." Melpomene let out a breathy laugh and patted my knee. "You think this world should have a set of rules and stick to it. But, this world is set by the gods, and they don't follow the rules. It is hard to accept, but that is how it is."

"I'm not one tracked! I can accept it. I… I just…"

"Don't want to, yes, I know the feeling. You don't want to accept what is at hand, like a broken love perhaps…"

"Leave." I demanded looking her dead on in the eye with fury fueling my condescending glare. "Leave now, and don't speak to me again."'

"Very well, but don't forget what I will say next." Melpomene took one more breath before standing to full height and looking down on me like I was a small child. "He may hate you, but it is only out of hate for himself." And like that she was gone.

I never did forget what she had said that day. She was right of course. I had never truly let him go like I thought I had so he dwelled there. He dwelled in the one spot in my mind that got to me the most. It was the part of my mind that did truly love Luke. But, the rest of me told myself I was stupid. So, I did truly let him go after that day. He could have screamed I love you from two feet away, and I could walk away as if he had said nothing…