These drabbles were written for: Percy Jackson Fanfiction Challenges - kitty132383: The 100 Prompts/ 100 Drabbles Challenges
One hundred different drabbles about our favourite daughter of Zeus. I hope you will enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Percy Jackson and the Olympians or the Heroes of Olympus series, all rights go to Rick Riordan.
27. Old
Words: 526
There are questions which shouldn't be asked.
There are questions people don't like to answer.
How old are you?
That's a question you should never ask from Thalia Grace except if you would like a very painful and early death.
"Two tickets, please," Annabeth said completely formally and politely. The cashier, an elderly woman around sixty with thick glasses looked at the two girls questioningly.
"How old are you?" she turned towards the daughter of Athena first who fixed her grey eyes on her.
"Eighteen," she said emotionlessly and the cashier nodded without asking for any documents. Annabeth seemed much older and wiser than her true age would suggest so Thalia wasn't surprised that the lady (or hag as she called the cashier in her mind) didn't question her friend.
"And you?" she nearly spat the words as she turned towards Thalia. She raised her eyebrows and fixed her shockingly blue eyes (which were kind of frightening) on the old woman.
"What do you think?" the daughter of Zeus said way too calmly. It was like silence and calmness before a huge storm. Annabeth seemed to realize it too as she moved a bit closer to Thalia, putting herself between the woman and the fierce Huntress.
"I wouldn't say you more than seventeen, kid," the cashier said casually and it thundered in the vicinity. Annabeth shot a 'shut-up-now-and-do-not-do-anything-stupid' type of glare to her friend, but Thalia wasn't interested in the daughter of Athena at that moment.
"How old I am, you ask? Do you really want to know?" she snapped and the cashier flinched, but nodded. Thalia smiled somewhat cruelly as an answer.
"I'm five years older than she is." The daughter of Zeus pointed at Annabeth who raised her eyebrows. Surely, that wasn't the best idea. The cashier did the same as the daughter of Athena.
"She is older than you," she stated in a bit of amusement.
"That's only what you think." Grimaced and Annabeth looked at her.
"Why don't you just use the Mist?" she asked with a sigh. Her friend looked at her and then she shook her head.
"Don't you believe me?" Thalia turned to the woman who was looking at Annabeth in confusion.
"No?" the woman stated, but it came out as a question. Thalia grimaced and then she smacked.
"I'm eighteen-year-old, you have already checked my ID card," she said to the cashier who nodded.
"Eighteen," she muttered in confusion, but then her mind cleared and she looked at the girls.
"Well, I have better things to do than to chat with you, why don't you go?" she asked and the two girls left her behind. Annabeth stopped and looked at her friend.
"She is a mortal," she stated and Thalia fixed her blue eyes on her.
"She is, an annoying one," Thalia stated and left the daughter of Athena behind who just sighed.
"Try not to kill the next poor mortal who asks how old you are," Annabeth suggested.
"I will try," the daughter of Zeus muttered and her friend rolled her eyes.
Her age was a fastidious topic for Thalia.
Just never ask how old she is.