One Shots: A Percy Jackson Story

Writing From the Past

Jason didn't know what to think when he found the package. He had dived over the side of his bed, accidently, trying to grab a pair of socks that had rolled over his light sheets, and inbetween the crack of his cot and the marble base of Zeus' statue.

Sighing in exasperstion, he stuck his head under his bed, groping around in the dark hoping to grab his runaway socks.

Instead he was greeted by a cob web covered cardboard box. Frowning, lines creasing in his forehead, he dragged the box out with the tips of his fingers.

Wiping the cobwebs off the box, Jason adjusted his glasses and wiped his hands on his shirt, brushing the reminder of the cobwebs off. He picked up the box, turning it over in his hands, until squeezed into a small corner he noticed a messy scribble of writing.

Dear Thalia, I know you mostly likely hate me... but here, I saved this. Throw it away if you want.

Jason noticed that one of the edges was bent, the tape broken, and assumed that Thalia had indeed opened it, then shoved it under the cot.

Fumbling for a grip on the flap, Jason dug his nails underneath the flap and popped it up. Gently pouring the contents out of the box, several old cracklings folded papers tumbled out, as well as a stack of pictures bound with a piece of twine.

The twine was tied tightly, though there was a little space between the knot and the first picture.

"Must've been where she got those." Jason mumbled, referring to the old pictures tapped up on her walls. Picking at the twine with his nails, he bit his lip in frustration with his little success at undoing the knot.

Giving up, he gently slid the pictures out of the twine, and shuffled through them. A good amount of them was Annabeth and Thalia when they were younger, and they brought a smile to his face. Then he came across the last photo.

Thalia's face was split into a grin, the corners of her bright blue eyes wrinkled with the kind of happiness Jason had never seen in her. Here, she looked young, her eyes were bright, and didn't carry that old beaten appearance they used to. A guys arm was slung over her shoulder, and his other stuck out to take the old polariod. He eyes were a piercing blue, and his shaggy hair was a sandy blonde. He was a few inches taller then Thalia, and she was leaning against him. But there was one thing quite obvious from the picture.

They were in love.

It didn't matter whether they were young, not even fully fledged teenagers yet. You could tell. They had the same easiness around them Pery and Annabeth did, yet that apperal of awkward best friends that Frnak and Hazel used to have.

Jason knew something happened.

The simple fact that Thalia was a hunter would've told him that he probably died, and out if pain she joined. The writing on the front however...

He knew something more serious happened.

Taking up one of the letters, the paper crinkling under his touch, Jason unfolded it, glancing at the scribbled print.

Dear Thalia,

I know this is useless, pointless probably, but it doesn't feel like I lost you this way.

I mean, technically you are alive, but personally I think this is worse then death. If you were dead I probably would've joined you... Nah, you would kill me in the after life for leaving Annabeth all by herself.

I can't help but feel mad you know? At the gods, all they use us for are pawns... I just want to change it. So another demigod doesn't end up like you.

I mean I feel really bad, I feel like it's my fault. I love you Thalia...

But I'll never get to tell you...

Jason found that his glasses were getting misty, Escpically when he checked the date squeezed into the corner written in bright blue ink, a little more then ten years ago.

Placing the first letter down, he picked up one of the more recent ones, from only five years ago.

Dear Thalia,

I'm not sure what to do. Rememeber when I said I wanted to change the world? Make it so demigods aren't pawns... Well I just got that offer. But it came from Kronos.

I, I'm just not sure what to do. He even offered the chance to bring you back. Its tempting Thalia, honestly...

Love, Luke.

Jason set down the letter, looking up from the page. He knew the name, he'd heard people say the name. He knew that Luke was as famous in the camp as Per--

"That's Luke. He died."

"Luke, he brought back Kronos."

"Poisoned Thalia's tree."

"Had thousands of demigods killed."

"Taught Percy how to fight."

"Was controlled by Kelli for his anger at being used by the gods."

"Didn't want to hurt anyone."

"The gods ruined him."

"He was the hero of the prophecy."

"He joined to save her."

"He joined because of what they did to her,"

"She joined the hunters because of him."

"She threw him off a cliff."

"He's dead and she's a Hunter, demigods rarely get happy endings." Jason mumbled under his voice, gathering the papers and pictures up and shoving them back into the box. As he tucked the package back under his bed, Piper knocked on the door and stuck her head in, seeing Jason she came over in.

"Hey Sparky." Piper said brightly, kissing Jason on a cheek, giving him a small smile, "Hey what's up?" Jason's smile grew as he got up and kissed Piper on the cheek back, and the two walked out hand in hand as Jason responded a smile grown on his face.

"Maybe demigods sometimes do have happy endings."

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-Twily