She's dead. Nothing much to say. Other than, I loved her.

I remember when we first met. . .

I was with Luke, and Annabeth. Running, as usual. And she found us.

I remember running in the woods with them. Luke beside me, carrying Little Annabeth on his back. She looked around the woods, her grey eyes fierce and determined. It was actually, well, (Don't tell anyone I said this) cute.

My black bags were pulled back from out of my face with some sort of hair clip. I've never been very picky about my hair. My eyes were scanning the perimeter. Waiting.

Just waiting for a sound. I knew we weren't alone. I could sense it. Luke stopped, and I slowed down.

"What's wrong?" I asked, stopping and looking behind me. We were at least 5 feet apart. "Thals." He said, out of breath.

Annabeth climbed off of his back, concerned. Then, I heard something. I didn't know at the time, but it was the beginning of something beautiful. (Wow. Talk about me being cheesy!)

It was then, I noticed a pair of eyes. They were almost camouflaged into the bushes and trees. An arrow then whizzed past us. Inches away from my face.

I jumped back, and the arrow hit a tree. Annabeth gasped, and grabbed Luke's hand. Luke stayed still, as if he was to scared to move.

"Thalia. I'm scared!" Annabeth whispered, Annabeth's eyes looking into my own. And Zoë slowly crept out from her hiding place.

She was breathtaking.

And, slowly, I fell in love.

- Thalia