#poor thalia

Like one day a child of Ares is about to get taken down by a cyclops and nobody is around to help him then suddenly a black haired kid with an eyepatch stabs it through the back, but he doesn't quite look all there, almost like he's a memory brought to life.

The kid eventually gets to camp and asks about it and Clarisse just stops and stares off into the distance. All the veteran campers start freaking out about it and boycott sacrificing to the gods because, What the Fuck, they can just bring demigods back to serve them?

But later when Clarisse is like 45 years old, and she's loosing a fight to get her daughter (named Silena) to camp safely, she accidently evokes a debt owed by the fallen. Next thing she knows there she is, the actual Silena Beauregard, standing in Clarisse's old armor that she stole all those years ago. And Clarisse makes it to camp but she holes up in her cabin with her daughter for a week until Chris finally gets her to open up.

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It's even worse for Thalia who's still a hunter centuries after her friends and family died, and has to watch as the ban for calling on dead demigods is forgotten about entirely. And Thalia almost forgets about it too. Until one of her hunters, Sasha, a daughter of Bellona, wants to learn more about sword fighting.

And when Thalia goes to find her, and bring her to dinner. She sees Luke Castellan standing there with a scar across his face and a sword in his hand and she LOOSES it. Immediately starts trying to fight him and crying, the entire forest suddenly gets caught in the biggest storm of 100 years. It isn't until Artemis comes back that she's finally calmed down enough and she makes sure Hades bans the resurrections of demigods by any powers.

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On a happier note there was a Ryad, a son of Hades a century or so after the last veteran of the giant war died who wanted to learn more about his powers. So he tries to summon Nico Di Angelo, the ghost king himself.

Something went wrong though and when he opened his eyes after chanting a 14 year old girl wearing a beret was staring at him with rage filled eyes. Before he could even say anything she starts screaming about "already dealing with stupid brothers once" and "this is not gonna happen again" and starts hitting him over the head. (He isn't entirely sure how that happened considering the spell was just supposed to summon the spirit to talk not give them physical forms).

It takes him a year until he tries again, and this time when he opens his eyes he catches a glimpse of golden eyes and brown curls until he gets deafened by what sounds like a sonic boom, and suddenly a horse is just there. And when the girl looks at him, with that same look as the last one. He gets up and tries to run but the ground just swallows him, and he has to listen as this girl yells at him for being stupid, except he only understands like every third word because her accent is so strong.

"glad to see you haven't become food for the vultures" for the "Talenna and Thalia escape the Circle together" idea?

hehehehehehehehehe you can have a little bit of depressed Thalia and pissed off Talenna uwu ass a treat

for @dadrunkwriting

Rated T: For semi-graphic depictions of the cleaning of dead animals, ~750 words

Carrion | By Exalted_Dawn

“Glad to see you haven’t become food for the vultures.” Thalia started, her head snapping up from where she had buried it between her knees, cradled in the mud-stained, tattered skirts of her robes. Her face was sticky with dirt and tears, causing the strands of her currant-stained hair to cling to her cheeks and shroud her eyes. Through the shredded curtain of tangles, she could see the deep plum color of the Ansburg robes, torn at the knee by the clean cut of a dagger. 

Her lip wobbled and pulled tight, before she dropped her gaze again. 

“I see your plan to be found by the Templars has failed.” 

Maker, why did she have to come back? It had been three days since she left– she should have been miles away by now. Thalia wasn’t sure whether she should feel relieved or mortified. Though, she was probably too hungry, too tired, to feel much of either. 

She just wanted all of this to come to an end. 

“Why are you here?” she whimpered, the weight of her situation coming back to bare. 

Rather than an answer, something thudded to the ground at her feet. A dead rabbit.

“I figured you might be hungry.” 

She was. 

“No- why are you here?” she repeated again. Why would she come back? She should have been long gone. Returned to her clan or whoever was waiting for her. She had made it plenty clear that she had no intention of staying around, and Thalia, she… she wasn’t sure what she wanted. She still wasn’t sure. 

But then, she supposed most of her life had been decided for her. Stands to reason that she would not even be able to pick a direction to walk in.

Another wave of emotion surged against her chest, pressing so hard against her ribs that she felt like they might break. Her body ached with it, the need to simply break down and cry. But what good would that do her?

There was a scuffing of earth beside her. “What do you mean? We need to eat, do we not?” The sound of snapping branches shifted to snapping fire. The hollow thunk of wood being piled on wood. A campfire. 

Her body was bumped as the woman sat down beside her, grabbing at the rabbit and setting to work cleaning it. Well, if nothing else, now she had a good excuse to keep her face hidden. She wasn’t sure watching a rabbit get skinned would be good for her appetite. 

But that begged the question– 

“You came back just to feed me? Why didn’t you just keep the rabbit to yourself and keep traveling?” she mumbled. “I believe you said something about me ‘having an obligation to live for myself’...” The sharp snap of that memory echoed in the back of her head. A snarl. A slap. Disappointed, disapproving eyes paired only by a harsh, scarred scowl.

Now though, even the scoff she made sounded empty. As if she could not even be bothered with derision. “We both know there’s no Void-born way you would be able to survive out here on your own. I was the one that pushed you to leave that tower. It would leave a bad taste in my mouth if you were to die out here now.” 

Great. So she was just a burden then.And a pointless one at that. 

“You would have a better chance of making it back to your family if you just left me…” she grumbled. 

“Aye, probably, but I don’t want to deal with the guilt, and over a shem no less. I’ll make sure you live long enough to make it out of these woods and to some city or something. After that, if you want to give up and turn yourself over to the Templars, then that’s your choice. But until then, we’re stuck together. So do me a favor, shem-” 

Two more ‘thunks’ against the ground in front of her. One dull and the other metallic. 

Thalia lifted her head– it was another rabbit. And a knife.

She, Talenna, was looking at her again. Her eyes were sharp. Expectant. Impossibly, irrationally expectant.  

“Make yourself useful,” she said flatly, and turned her attention back to her own half-cleaned rabbit. “You might not care, but I have no intention of becoming carrion for the birds. And for that-” 

There was a disgustingly wet tear. Talenna took a leg and stabbed it onto a stick. Ew.