I remember Chiron telling me that the number three possess great powers. It yields an affirmative vibe, and represents perfection. Just like the Big Three, Zeus, Hades and Poseidon.
And it has also been three years since I decided to leave all the things behind. The painful memories, debilitating nightmares and lethal experiences. My encounter with his death. A death that has left afflictive scars over the years. A death I would never forget. I kept believing that after 3 years I would be peaceful again. Unharmed by the broken memories and unspeakable deaths. But until this day, it burns fresh, like a newly cut scar.
I left Camp Half-Blood for the sake of a brighter future, but my past keeps reminding me of how miserable I am until now.
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The statuesque buildings stretched across the grounds of New York, each shining with their own prominent uniqueness. BMWs, taxis and Ferrari lined the streets of busy highways, filling the atmosphere with hustles and bustles. I stare from the windows of my apartment, which I rewarded myself after loads of hard work. An exasperated frown played across my face. Exhaustion, weariness and annoyance has peaked their way out of my system. Hearing the honks of cars, the sight of incredibly massive buildings, the lux, never seemed to matter to me that much. They were a slight excuse and entertainment I have to continue in order to distract myself. But distract from where, exactly?
Reality.
I swallowed a hard lump, pacing away from the windows and moved to my bed, where my bag, phone and car keys were lying. I could've been lost in a good daze until the buzzer from my mailbox rang, indicating a new mail has come. Blinking a few times, I breached through the front doors and witnessed an envelope lying on the floor.
Without thinking twice, I opened it and found an invitation. Hm, an invitation. I almost fell out of exasperation, seeing where it came from.
Sorcerous Cashmere.
I could only imagine myself being bored to death seeing ladies modeling clothes. Just sitting and watching, it's as worse as Tartarus.
Tartarus....
So much for that. I gave my head a little shake. Completely forgetting about everything. Knowing that I wouldn't even go, I opened the letter anyway. And of course, without disappointing myself, sparkles and glitters met my eyes. A welcome note on the right page and a list of visitors on the other. I closed the letter, having in mind that I could've done worse. Maybe tear it or throw it in the trash.
But I caught a glimpse of familiarity. I opened it again, rereading-okay, maybe just reading- the list of guests that are coming. As expected, I saw her name, written as the third visitor was...
Thalia Grace.
