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It turns out that Luke wrote down many of our adventures in the journal. I smiled as I read the stories, laughed at his reactions, and recalled those memories to mind. Luke. My brother, the one who risked so much for me and Annabeth. I loved him like he was my real brother. Lost in thought, I turned the page and started to read. Wait. What? My eyes return to the top of the page, my brain focused on his words.

Dear Thalia,

When you read this, I'll either be gone, d—

No. I can't read this. But it's Luke, and he'd want me to read it.

—dead, or some idiot found my journal and read it. I do hope it's not the last reason. I know this must really hard for accept, to understand. It must feel like I have betrayed you. Abandoned you, even. But please hear me out. Even as I write this, even though you're not a tree anymore. I still feel guilt. You were my sister, Thalia, even if we're not related by blood, and I let my sister be turned be turned into a tree to save my sorry butt while I ran off with my tail between my legs. What kind of brother does that? Even if I'm not actually your brother. Each day, I curse myself; it should have been me that got turned into a tree, not you. I should have been paying intention! But instead, I ran for safety, and that cost you six years of your life. I cannot and never will forgive myself for that. I'm so sorry, Thalia.

But I guess my apology doesn't mean anything to you right now. I mean, what am I doing right now? I'm betraying you. Again. When Kronos first came to me, I said no. I told him to get lost. But again and again, he visited my dreams, pushing my buttons, getting under my skin. He asked me what Hermes had ever done for me, that sort of thing. I refused. But one night, he said that if I joined him, I could save you, give you your life back. This was my chance to help you, Thalia, to undo what I've done. So I agreed. At first, it was only little harmless things—letting monsters into camp and such. But it grew more intense, and I started to do more and more evil things for Kronos until I finally stole Zeus' mater bolt. That's when Percy Jackson arrived at camp and Kronos said I had to mess with him. I hated that. Percy seemed like a nice kid, and he reminded me so much of you. But I had to. Kronos promised that I'd get you back. When Kronos ordered me to poison your tree I resisted. I couldn't do that! But he knew all my weak points—and he threatened that I'd never see you or Annabeth again if I didn't do what he said. So I caved it. You must think I'm such a sore loser, and idiot who couldn't even resisted: A fool. I hated myself after that.

When Percy returned with the fleece and healed you, I jumped for joy. I told Kronos that I'd done whatever he wanted and now that I got you back, I didn't need him anymore. That was the stupidest mistake of my entire life, which is saying a lot, since my whole life has pretty much been one mistake after another. Kronos, of course, didn't allow me to desert his little group. Instead he manipulated me, turned me into something I'm not. I'm not really sure, but I think he's controlling a part of my brain. I know this because there are times when he leaves or something, and I'm myself again. It's in moments like these when I write in this journal, or when I hope to do something against Kronos' will, like asking Annabeth for help last summer. Someday, when Kronos takes over my body, he'll still be weak enough so that I can still stop him. I don't want to die for Kronos. I want to die for the Olympians and camp Half-Blood. I sincerely hope you find a way to kill me just in case Kronos is stronger than I anticipated.

But above all, Thalia, no matter what you do or who you become, I hope you will remember that I love you little sister, that you were my friend when I had no one. I know I have failed you, but I hope one day you will forgive me.

I also hope that you will write your thoughts in this journal, just as I have. You do recognize the journal, don't you? Yes, it is—was—Hal's journal. He gave it to me that day you found Aegis, the day we found Annabeth. Wow. Now that I look back on it, what a memorable day. Hall passed this journal down to me and now I pass it down to you. Trust me, writing your thoughts down makes a person feel a lot better than to keep them inside.

Thalia, I know you. Don't blame yourself for all that's happened. It's all my fault, okay? It's my stupidity and mistakes and choices—all MY fault. None of this happened because of you. Believe me, okay?

And Thalia? I'm sorry.

~Luke

I sat still, stunned. He agreed to joined Kronos for me? It's my fault then! I didn't care that he said it wasn't my fault. It was my fault! All mine!

"Oh Luke," I whispered, as the tears began to fall. Luke died a hero. He was a hero. Anyone who says otherwise…well, no one better say otherwise, or they'll be sorry. He dies trying to protect me.

I'm not sure how long I sat there on my rock, but after awhile, I heard footsteps coming my way. Nico.

"Thalia? What's wrong?" the son of Hades asked.

"It's all my fault. All my fault," I whispered. I was still in shock.

Nico frowned. "Sorry?"

I glanced at him and suddenly knew what I had to do. "Nico? Do me a favor?"

Nico just looked confused.

"Can you take me to talk to Luke's ghost?"

"Um…Thalia, that's kind of…"

"Please?" I almost begged. "I really need to speak with him."

Nico looked at me and sighed. "Alright, but just this once."

I nodded. "Thanks, Nico." I stood up and took his hand. All of a sudden, we were in the Underworld.

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