High School With The Romans (a Percy Jackson Fanfic)

Thalia's Fear of Heights is actually reasonable

Quick A/N this one might be a bit graphic and violent so if you get triggered easily, you have been warned.

Reyna's POV

I was standing in Bacchus garden, the sun rising slowly in the distant. A voice beside me interrupted my initial thought of 'what am I doing here again?'

"You're back again? I guess that means your still alive. Which is good," I turned to look at thirteen year old Thalia, her dark hair shaggily hanging around her face and her skin looked paler then ever.

"I-What-Where-" I managed to get out before the ghost, or whatever she was interrupted me.

"I guess that its a beautiful garden. Reminds me of Los Angeles," She murmured, her eyes looked like they were a million miles away as I spluttered to get a sentence out.

"You-I I just... You're afraid of heights?!" I managed to splutter out and Thalia just cracked up laughing. The laugh didn't reach her eyes though. Even with a huge childish grin on her face and a gap where her left K9 should've been with a classic kid grin her eyes were full of despair and fear. Like that was permanently stuck to her face like gum.

"I wasn't always Praetor. Just like Percy wasn't always afraid of drowning, and Nico wasn't always afraid of the dark. It came with circumstance and situation," she said, sounding much older then a thirteen year old. 

"What happened?" I found myself asking and the permanent sad look on her face became sadder. I almost told her to forget I asked, but she just turned to me and offered a hand.

"I'll show you," She said and cautiously I took the little girl's hand. Our surroundings inverted like it was being sucked into a black hole and I new place took its place. A large building, apartment building, in the middle of what looked like down town LA. We stood on a high terrace, but eleven year old Thalia stood on the terrace, unaffected by the boggling. Thirteen year old Thalia had somehow faded, leaving me alone on the terrace with an eleven year old who definitely would question how a strange teenager had gotten on her balcony. I was about to try and run into the apartment behind me, but then I heard soft cooing noises coming from where Thalia stood and I looked over the girl's shoulder to see she was holding a tiny baby version of Jason. Tiny Jason's blonde hair was sticking up in all directions as he reached out trying to grab Thalia's nose. The little girl laughed softly. Even at age eleven she had that same sad look to her, like she was always grieving, but plastered over that was a smile full of adoration and love that she looked at her little brother with. Jason gripped Thalia's shirt and reached up to try to grab her nose again.

"Jason stop," she said and gently pushed the baby over. Jason just looked up at her with large blue eyes. Neither of the siblings seemed to notice me, suddenly a voice snarled across the terrace.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" I spun to see a woman with long curly blonde hair standing at the door way to the Apartment the family obviously owned. Her hair was the same blonde as Jason's and her eyes the same blue, and compared to me, a seasoned demigod veteran she looked about as dangerous as a fruit fly. However, to a young eleven year old who had no idea how to use her powers and only the faintest Idea of what she was she would look pretty terrifying. She was tall, almost six feet and her blue eyes were cold and hard. She stood unsteady with a beer bottle clenched tightly in her right hand. She surged toward the siblings and Thalia quickly grabbed Jason, shoving him behind her as she stood to face the woman I assumed to be her mother.

"I thought that maybe Jason should be able to play outside where there aren't broken beer bottles lying around and he could hurt herself!" Thalia snarled, standing defiantly before her mother. The woman sneered and glared Thalia in the eyes.