Looking back at things, I realize that the only reason everyone I ever cared about is dead, is because of me, had I never been born or at the very least never crossed paths with them all, then maybe would they have been spared?
It's not I can change anything now anyway, they died and for what? So one measly and pathetic demigod could wallow in his own self pity at having not been able to save his friends and family against the monsters that hide in the shadows, and those that reside up in the sky.
I should have know things would have ended up like this, but then again I'm not a seaweed brain for nothing. I tried everything, I really did, but it seems like all of my efforts were in vain.
Now, laying here amongst all of these mutilated corpses of brave kids forced to young to become heroes for parents that barley even acknowledged them, I realize that had I given myself up sooner for the safety of them all, the only real casualty would have been me.
Of course I'm not that stupid as to believe that Gaea would have kept her word after having killed me, but swearing on the River Styx was something that everyone took seriously, I doubt Gaea would have broken her word then.
Oh well, it's all over now and even as I lay here on the bloodied earth with a dead but wise, girl, I can finally smile for once since I defeated Gaea and put an end to this tiring war, that brought only pain and death to those fighting in it, I can finally smile now that I can stop fighting for once in my life and rest and even better, with my best friend in my arms.
She's always looking after me, even now that she's dead and I'm only minutes away from joining her. Annabeth Chase was one of the greatest best friends I could have ever asked for, always trying (and failing) to keep me out of unnecessary trouble.
She had been my girlfriend for a short time before both of us realized that it just wasn't working out, and could you imagine the surprise we had when we realized that it was because we were both attracted to people of the same sex.
It was hilarious, really, I mean for once in my life, I figured out something first, rather than having Annabeth explain it to me after having teased me about it for a bit at first.
We had been watching the waves back at camp during one of the rare peaceful moments we had due to the looming war, Annabeth had been leaning on my shoulder as I held her hand in mine, mindlessly rubbing circles on her scarred yet smooth skin.
"Do you love me?"
I had been confused and slightly hurt at the question, I mean did falling into Tartarus not been enough to assure Annabeth that I loved her immeasurably. I had risked my life countless times for both her and camp. Was everything I had done not enough for her?
I pulled my hand back.
"What are you talking about? Of course I do."
"Then why is it that it's not enough for me? For both of us."
I had been shocked, was she saying what I think she was saying?
"Annabeth....what are you saying?"
She had lifted her head from my shoulder then, and turned her beautiful stormy grey eyes at me, locking me in place with its weight.
"I'm not sure Percy, but I just feel like the love we have for each other isn't the love that Grover and Juniper have for each other."
Shock and hurt must have shown on my face because she hurried to explain. She quickly shifted her body to fully look at me as she held my face in her hands, looking at me with as much love as she could muster, making it seem like she was holding the world in her hands with how much love and care she was looking at me with.
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Pleading Eyes
FanfictionThe war with Gaea ended with both camps destroyed and only one survivor, the sea prince, Perseus Jackson. Now as you can imagine Percy hates how things ended and so no one can really blame him for wanting to do nothing with the gods anymore. Except...