thinking about the tragedy of thalia grace.
refusing to join a war for the gods, and so your own father cages you for it.
and the worst part is that Zeus is given the credit for saving you.
he frames the story as if he’s the saviour who swooped in and saved your spirit, giving you a new form of life after you sacrificed your old one for your friends.
but he stole your life. this whole time, it turns out the tree on half-blood hill was a warning of what happens when you defy the gods.
it doesn’t matter if you’re a child. it doesn’t matter if people are depending on you. it doesn’t matter if you’re their own daughter. you’ll be punished all the same.




























