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Thalia's POV

It seemed everything wanted to betray me now. My head turned to face him, a sky eyes widened as my mouth dropped open. "Seriously?" I asked, taken aback by this new rumbling laugh

"you so aren't Percy. I don't know who you are!" I exclaimed and stomped my feet angrily. Stupid Anne. Making us stay together. Making sure I was partnered with this freaming emo clone of Percy. This isn't Percy, no matter what anyone says.

Finallh, we came to a stop. The city gates loomed before our small group. This was our last chance to turn back.

The guy next to me (aka Percy) hesitated, as though unsure if whether to go on or not. I knew exactly what the old, funny and carefree Percy would've done.

Mock-seriously, he'd look at me and how. Still bending over, he'd offer me his arm. "Would you like to accompany me on this dangerous quest through a magical gateway?" A small grin would be fighting to remain on his face, and most likely winning the battle. A sparkle would be in his eyes, and a laugh would finish up his sentence.

Smiling, I'd curtesy and take his outstretched arm. I'd say, "I will gladly accept this generous invitation to join you in this perilous journey through the gates of despair. Shall we, my good sir?"

Standing back up, he'd grin back down at me, and exclaim, "We shall my brave lady!"

And wed we'd laugh as we walked together through the gates at the edge of Moctezumal's city.

That didn't happen though. Instead of a funny and carefree Percy, I was stuck with this smart serious guy, who looked like he could be an adult emo with a stick stuck up his butt. And instead of laughing together, I was restraining myself from hurting this guy (or punching him in the jewels). Instead of him helping me through, he just gazed up at it and pondered something, probably the universe.

In my frustration, I stormed through the gate. Alone. Once through, I turned around and gave Percy the stink eye. It's like an old lady in a grocery store. Whatever's the worst tasting to me (healthiest), is obviously the best one. So they have to check ingredients on every single box of food. Good grief.

"Come on Old Lady!" I taunted, my anger towards him getting the best of me. Deep down, I knew it wasn't cool to do this to him. But right now I couldn't help it. "You done checking out box labels yet? I wanna get this show on the road!"

Eyes flickering back to me, I watched as Percy took one step after another through the gate. He let himself be tainted by my words. If that was the real Percy (even though he wouldn't just stare up at the gate) he'd have yelled right back, and he'd have stayed where he was. He could be a stubborn little son of Poseidon like that.

I mi loved him anyways though. He wasn't perfect, but he was family. The little brother I never wanted but adored nonetheless.

Too bad it couldn't really last.

I met him two years into the war with Kronos, and knew him for the next three years of the war. After he defeated the Titan though, Percy seemed different. Not overly so, but just enough to notice. It's like your friend getting a half of an inch cut from their hair. You don't always notice, but when you do its just a minor thing.

A few months later, Percy disappeared again for eight months. Thanks to a "helpful" goddess named Hera. When I saw him again, I couldnt hardly count the differences. He seemed like a different person, Greek and Roman. And he'd gone on a life-threatening quest (of course). Next, was Tartarus. I saw Nico when he came back, and he was a wreck. When I heard that Annabeth fell, I was worried (an understatement) but I knew she'd make it out strong. But when i heard Percy fell too... It was all I could do to hold my tears until I reached my cabin. I was devastated. Percy already had cracks, and I feared Tartarus would be the hammer digging the nail deeper and shattering the glass.

They made it out though, much to my delight. Percy seemed the most hurt, no doubt because he was protecting his love. In relation, Annabeth looked much better off. Other than a sprained ankle, which she got before falling, she didn't look too hurt. Then we had the war with Gaea, but thankfully we won. All the dead though seemed to add to the burden atop Percy's shoulders.

And then came Anne. We all know how that turned out. It scared me though. If there's another, named Wrath, could I possibly know Percy? It almost feels like I don't know him at all. And now he's gone forever.

Speak of the devil... Just as I was finishing that thought, the new Percy finally caught up to me. I hadn't realized I was walking until I saw him jogging to catch up.

Surprised when j didn't greet him with a smart remark, Percy asked, "Are you okay?"

Barking out a noise that resembled a harsh laugh, I deadpanned, "Yeah. I peachy. Are you though?"

His confused face mirrored my thoughts, except my thoughts were more sad and confused than his face seemed. He wasn't sad about who he became, not even confused about that. He was confused about me, someone he knew for several years, a decade even. I hardly feel like I knew him all that time.