What If...?

What If... Thalia's Tree Could Speak?

It was a month since Annabeth had arrived at camp half-blood together with Luke and Grover. And a month since Thalia had died. Annabeth had visited her tree every day since it had happened. Today was no exception.

It was the first time she'd ever seen it rain at camp. She'd been told that the weather was controlled by Mr. D. but she hadn't believed it at first. Now she wondered why he'd want it to rain. Probably because the Demeter kids were complaining about how dry the soil was or something.

But the rain didn't stop her. She walked through it towards Halfblood-Hill, as it came pouring down on her, blinking the water from her eyes.

When she got to the tree, she sat down next to it, just like she'd done every single day. 'Hey Thals,' she mumbled.

Sometimes Annabeth wondered whether this was all some absurd and crazy dream, or if she'd actually lost her sanity. But then again, everyone here acted as if everything was totally normal. 'Oh, your best friend died and turned into a tree? That sucks...' Sure. Whatever.

'It's raining,' she told the tree, and immediately wanted to slap herself. Of course Thalia- or well, the tree would know that. It was a tree, how could it not know when it was raining?

I noticed. Why aren't you inside? You'll catch a cold if you stay out much longer, a voice sounded in her head.

Annabeth looked up, surprised to hear a voice. She looked around, trying to find the source of it, but she actually already knew that no one would be there; she had recognized that voice in her head. She would recognize it in a heartbeat if she could ever hear it again. But how come she did? Was she actually going insane?

'T-Thalia?' she asked, her voice quivering. She wasn't quite sure if that was because of the cold rain streaming down her neck, or because of the voice she'd heard.

Yeah?

There it was again. Her voice. Thalia's voice.

Annabeth shook her head. It couldn't possibly be Thalia. Thalia was dead. Thalia was a tree... The tree Annabeth was standing next to at that exact moment. She looked at the tree as the realization hit her.

'Is... Is it really you?' she asked.

It's me.

'I... I... I'm not going insane am I?'

I'd hope not.

Annabeth sighed with relief and threw her arms around the tree. 'It's really you,' she whispered.

It's me.

When Annabeth closed her eyes, she could remember Thalia's face. Thalia, smiling as she looked down on her. 'I've missed you so much.'

I've missed you too, even though you came to me every day. All that time I just wished I could tell you that everything would be alright, that you would be alright, but I didn't know how. I figured maybe I could send you a telepathic message or something through my willpower, because I just couldn't stand to hear you so hurt. And it worked... I can't believe it worked!

Annabeth could hear the heart-tearing relief in Thalia's words, and pressed her forehead against the stump of the tree. Tears were streaming down her face, but it didn't matter, because she'd spoken to Thalia again. 'It's okay,' she whispered.'

No, it's not. I never knew if you were alright, how I could help you if you weren't.

'But that doesn't matter. I'm alright now.'

OK, Does anyone have any prompts? I have some already (Up to chapter 20) But I Would like more prompts.