Chaos' Army, The Soldiers From the Past

Meetings and Assumptions

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Annabeth POV

I sat around the ping pong table the next morning. We were having a counselor meeting, the topic: The soldiers of chaos.

“ I say the girl, Gamma, is Bianca Di Angelo,” I said, a look of shocked faces. ( A/N I know in the end of Blood of Olympus Nico becomes cabin leader of the Hades cabin, yet pretend he is working or doing something right now)

There was a murmur of ‘impossibles’ and ‘no ways’. Thalia though, who was the only one who was actually there when she died, remained silent.

“You saw her die, didn’t you,” Pollux said. Thalia nodded, in a shocked daze. She wanted to say something, say no, but she didn’t say anything. Actually today at dinner, she sat with Jason, who kept shooting her nervous glances. She looked terrible, her eyes were in bags, and she just slugged around in a daze.

“And- care to alliterate?,” someone said.

“No she died, she is dead,” Thalia snapped, her eyes glowing blue. Ok…something is up.

“It has to be her, shadow travel, scared of seeing the hunters, Nico was shocked out of his wits,” I said.

“But she is dead,” Katie emphasized.

“ Yeah, well we live in a world of magic,” I said.

“What about the others?,” Chiron asked.

I thought for a moment, just as Jason leaned over to whisper something to Piper, she nodded and looked at Thalia.

“Hey, Thalia,” Piper said, in the middle of our discussion. Thalia looked up from twiddling with her bow string. “Mind helping me with something?,” she asked, her voice full of charm speak.

Thalia nodded and followed Piper out. The moment the door shoot, Jason leaned forward, folding his hands.

Jason’s POV

“Last night, Thalia was crying, saying she saw some people who she knew before everything started, I don’t know what she meant about ‘ before this all started’ but then later, the soldiers’ second in command, Alpha, came in and asked to talk to Thalia, and,” I told them everything that I heard, before Piper forced me to leave.

At the end, Annabeth was sickly pale; I am assuming she had an idea who it was. Grover looked at Annabeth with curiosity.

“Its not him, Annabeth, you’re over reacting,” Grover said smoothly. Annabeth nodded, but didn’t speak.

“Who?,” I asked, but it seemed everyone knew except me.