this is mostly just a prolouge. I think it will be the only one like this. Be warned- this is not going to be happy.

O-o

Dear Thalia

I don't know why the heck I am doing this. It is likely I will see you before the next full moon. It might say in the history books 'Eden Emmerson, lieutenant hunter and leader of the resistance was found to be a little crazy, and wrote letters to her dead best friend.'

Or else it will say 'Emmerson wrote in her diary…..' and this is not a freaking diary. It is a burst of insanity. OK? And if I am unlucky I will tell you all this in person very, very soon.

You probably want to know what is happening now, or else you don't and will suffer while I am reading this. We are living in the Satyr's sanctuary in Seattle, Washington. I wanted Venice, Italy, and your dear (sarcasm doesn't go over too well in writing, but that is what it was) brother Jason voted for Denver, Colorado. We settled on here. Then he wanted Mount Rainier. Screw him.

Laurel died just ten minutes after you. We were trying to hide your body when Medusa jumped out at us. Thank god for your shield, Thal, or I would have been toast. She was toast. I saw Medusa's reflection, and Laurel's statue is now guarding you. A statue of a grief filled hunter- that is just plain freaking wrong- to be hiding a body and… fuck her. Medusa- not Laurel. Arianna was really torn up about it. You know how close they were. And Jessica, I don't know what happened. We found her body. And I had to freaking watch as Artemis was carried away in a bust-up proof cage with electric wires. She slid me the lieutenant band through the bars. It is so heavy. Not literally. How did you and Zoë do it for so long?

We have a fort in WA DC. And here. And we are trying to spread out and recruit. Kronos and Atlas know we are alive, but not where. Gods forbid- but they cant do squat where they are. Holding up the fucking sky. Oops. Potty hand .

If Artemis were here she probably would have given me a disapproving glance for saying that. Jessica would no doubt have used it as blackmail. Laurel would likely have laughed. You would have ignored me. But I'll never know for sure because none of you are here. And never will be. Except Artemis, possibly. Nothing lasts forever.

I don't think I can do this. I have to swallow my emotions- and, well, it is not easy. I have to hold the face on TV, the one everyone else sees. I don't know if I can manage.

You think I would have be now. It has been a year. A year since Artemis was hauled away in a cage, a year since you died, a year since Laurel was turned to freaking stone by a freaking snake haired freak.

I hope you and Zoë and Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson and Grover Underwood are having a dandy old time in Elysium, because titans know that we aren't here.

And I should destroy this letter least it fall into Titan hands. Then the history books can say 'Emmerson brought doom to her cause by giving out key information to her dead best friend.' Ha ha. Not.

Untill we meet again

Eden.

p.s. three is the unlucky number. Compared to what happened then, thirteen is a freaking wishing star.