Percy Jackson Chaos

the voice.

Thalia's P.O.V.

I heard him.

I'd know that voice anywhere. It's haunted me for centuries.

Luke Castellan.

I shot my arm out, and grabbed his hood.

I had my hand clenched around the material, but when I tried to pull it, my hand went right through it. It was as if I was a ghost, but the last time I checked, I wasn't.

It was as if time froze.

He turned around, and though I couldn't see his eyes, he looked angry. Furious even. I was frightened.

He took a step forward, I took two back. Then he spoke,

"How dare you attempt to remove my cloak. You have no right to reveal my identity."

I'd heard all I needed to hear.

He spun back around and for the first time, I saw his wings. They were gorgeous a white colour, with a few golden feathers spread out among them. I knew he was going to leave, and fast, so I called out to him,

"Luke."

That's when I knew I'd screwed up.

He retracted his wings and silently walked away.

Could I have been wrong?

Am I just hearing what I want to be true?

I sighed, and began to walk towards the dining pavilion.

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A/N I know it's short, I'm sorry. I have a ton of drafts started and I'm just trying to figure it all out. Suggestions and ideas are alway appreciated, thanks.