Short Story : Chapter 1

“It’s not fair how she’s dead, she is always with us. Dad was never here before she left.”

Just as they were making their way toward the shack out comes the witch. They carefully make their way up to her and not taking their eyes off of her. Not only was she a witch but a beautiful one, like no one they had ever seen. She

“I missed my sons whole life. I missed his birth. I didn’t get the birthdays, I didn’t get the Christmas’. That is what hurts the most, is my son,” said Dail who began to get choked up.

My father’s presence was the only thing that stopped me.... He was running at my side, out of breath, at the end of his strength, at his wit’s end. I had no right to let myself die. What would he do without me? I was his only support.”

“Last year today was the day your mom left for the war” he whispered mournfully.

“Grandpa that was my friend.” Cried Luke, tears streaming down his face and sprinkling out of his eyes. Luke’s family fell into an uneasy quiet, only the sounds of sobs could be heard.

“You’re telling me that you’re giving up. There is no one else that has a greater chance to cure my son besides you. You must do something!” She shouted.

"It's a sad and difficult time and no words will take away the pain and sorrow of what has happened."

“But they didn’t die, the Young Warrior saved them.” Simon whimpered reaching for his Mother; he gazed in her eyes silently pleading for his brother to be wrong.

“There… There were wildebeest… and he tried to… save me. I didn’t mean for it to happen,” he said crying as I embraced him.

“The hardest thing that I have ever had to hear was that my child died. The

“I’m going to miss you guys,” I said, trying not to tear up, as I gave one final hug to Malcolm, my slightly older half-brother. Most of Camp Half-blood and some of Camp Jupiter had come to wish us goodbye

He heard the voice in his head again. He still didn't know the language, but somehow he knew it was asking who he was.

He clears his throat and says “Lucas you’re safe and that everything will be alright.” I lean up against the chair and close my eyes, exhausted. He pauses for a moment and takes in a deep breath. “I know what this is like, god believe me I know. Things will get easier. Don't deny it, don't repress it, dont push away the pain. Except the grief, the pain. The only way you’ll get through this is if you accept the

'...Jeffrey...' Damien faultered, he could not speak, but the more Jeffrey cried, the worse he felt inside. 'Come here' he was soft in his words, thoughtful.