Thana Vega: Daughter of Hades (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

I Fight An Equalist Banshee

You GUYSSSS 5 MORE DAYsS TIL TRIALS OF APOLLO: the HIDDEN ORACLE. ITS GOING TO BE SO AMazinG. 

Also I found this great Percy Jackson short video (okay, I didn't find it - Uncle Rick found it and tweeted it. Bite me.) that I think you should watch. It's amazing. 

Okay now to the story.

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Thana

I was just trying to get a donut. I didn't think I was doing much harm, standing in the line of a donut truck with my skele-buddy. For some reason nobody paid him much attention. He just followed me like a puppy. I kind of liked it. I named him Malik. Malik was my only friend. I'm pretty sure Malik couldn't even die, seeing as he's just a bunch of bones held together by... something.

Don't say magic. Don't.

I wasn't sad. I didn't want to cry. I wanted to scream and punch stuff and murder more cyclopes. I wanted to fight something. I was angry. So angry that my mom died. So angry that I was thrown into a world that I had no idea existed. I didn't even know what I was doing.

I buried my mom's corpse in the woods somewhere. Malik did all of the work. I just tried my best not to look at her body. At that point, the only emotion that ran through my veins was pure fury. I wanted the thing that did all of this dead. The cyclopes mentioned that the entire cave situation was a trap. To get me. My mom didn't have to die. That's my fault. Her death is on me. It's not like I had the courage to throw myself off any bridges, so taking my anger out on something else probably did more good than anything else.

I hadn't eaten in over a day. I was exhausted. I hadn't slept longer than I hadn't ate. Escaping that cave was like escaping my grandma's basement. It could only be done with time and a lot of elbow grease.

Earlier, once I found my way back to civilization, I sat down at a table. Apparently I was in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Signs and shops said it everywhere. The table I sat at was one of a couple dozen, all residing in the middle of a circle of food trucks. I don't know who ever invented food trucks, but I want to marry them.

I pulled out my forgotten cell phone from the back pocket of my jeans and turned it on. The top of my phone showed %6. My fingers hovered over the 1, threatening to speed dial my mom's number. What if she answers, I thought to myself. Then I shook my head. She's dead. I broke my phone in two. Who cares anymore?

That's when I decided I wanted a donut. I mean, when is there not a good time for a donut? I had extra money and I couldn't resist the amazing smell of food. I stood up and walked to a food truck that had a donut on the front. I licked my lips. Malik followed me in line, his bones clicking as he walked. When I got to the front of the line, I asked the lady for a simple glazed donut. I asked Malik if he wanted something. He didn't respond.

When the lady returned with the donut, I went to take it, but she pulled back. She pursed her big red lips and widened her green rather cat-like eyeballs. Her yellow flower dress had red stains on them. I assumed they were icing stains. I should have caught on to what was about to happen earlier, but I was very oblivious.

"That'll be one drachma, suga." The woman squeaked, holding her tiny hand out.

"Bless you." I handed the woman a dollar bill. She stared at it as if it offended her, then she turned her gaze back to me.

"Is this some kind of joke?" She whispered. I scrunched my eyebrows together. What in the world was she talking about? "Is this some kind of joke!?" She screamed. I jumped a mile backwards from the donut truck.