Mortals meet Percabeth (and others)

Letting Go

Hi guys! This will sadly be the last chapter of this book. I know I'm sad too but don't worry I have plenty of other PJO universe-related books and who knows one day this book may just have another book of one-shots and MM. I hope you have enjoyed reading as much as I've enjoyed making these for you

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Letting Go

NO MIST:

Percy was tired

He was tired of being a demigod, having uncontrollable powers that could be set off at any moment if he didn't keep his emotions in check, of constantly having to do errands for the Gods and nearly getting killed every damn summer

He was tired of being a hero 

He really just needed a nap. Maybe

 As he rapidly approached adulthood (does that really count if he had been dealing with adult things ever since he was a twelve-year-old learning things that perhaps no twelve-year-old or adult should ever know) anyway as he rapidly grew into what society labelled as an adult, he found himself wanting to leave. Leave this world behind and find out who Percy Jackson was 

Not Percy Jackson, the son of Poseidon and twice Saviour of Olympus

He wanted to be just himself 

Why was that so hard to find? Especially after all he had gone through. It really didn't seem fair, did it? But then again when did the immortal beings that rule over his life ever think about being fair 

Everything the Gods did was about themselves as they sat high on their thrones. Promising to change but of course never really doing anything to change unless it was affecting them -- Apollo and a few others were perhaps the only ones that weren't included but also perhaps they learned their lesson too late 

Why did people have to have common sense after first blood is drawn or after they lose something important to them, why do people only care when they on the ones on the front lines, risking everything for something that shouldn't have mattered in the first place 

Gods were messy and their messy lives that went on forever spilt onto their children to clean up with a smile on their faces because why not? It was why the Gods had demigod children in the first place right? 

And of course, when people, especially immortal Gods are placed that high, someone has to fall eventually. Losing their reputation and it becoming something else entirely, written in blood and passing through the mouths of history.

Percy's  story was now forged with something stronger than blood and steel

It was forged with anger, pain, joy, love and grief. All of these emotions mixed together like a book and that book was ending soon and well when you finished a book -- that's it, the characters have no more life to them and no more story to tell and then you start to feel a heavyweight in your chest that you can never once read more about the characters that you loved so deeply, that you rooted for with everything in you and that you despised. Sure you can reread their journey but it's just the same words stained on a blank page, forever the same and forever unchanging

 But it wasn't that simple for Percy

 His life was real and not something that should just sit in the middle pages of a history book that nobody really reads but often skims (believe Percy, he has enough trouble with his dyslexia to even get to that point) He has a feeling that he had no say if he became a legend like the ones you read in History class when you are half asleep

For the green-eyed boy, it would always be more than just words on a page -- their lives would simply bleed through the pages of the book existing in parrel to reality and they would always be there for her when he needed to look to them for hope, guidance, inspiration, a shoulder to cry on. 

They would always be there for Percy

Because they were from his past and they would just be reprising their roles

It was unbreakable 

And so that led Percy back to the beginning, he was tired. Tired of being someone else's legend like he didn't have a life of his own to lead. He wanted to go to college, to see what kind of relationship he and Annabeth would have outside of the confines of every summer where they would no doubt try to be killed, poisoned or torn apart by something that summer 

Percy was tired

He was tired of being a demigod, having uncontrollable powers that could be set off at any moment if he didn't keep his emotions in check, of constantly having to do errands for the Gods and nearly getting killed every damn summer

He was tired of being a hero

He really just needed a nap. Maybe. That was sounding good right about now

He had to do it, Percy had to let go of his demigod life 

Had to make it out there on his own, like Sally said he should do when he finished High School (because by some miracle that happened -- just barely but hey Percy was still counting that as a win and the look on his mothers face as he walked across the stage to get his diploma is something that Percy would never forget) and took to being a year rounder because everyone was expecting him to be something he just wasn't. Not really. 

Other people were the heroes, the demigods that never got to see another day

The ones that Percy had to leave behind

The one's that Percy couldn't save, they were all the heroes. The ones overlooked and forgotten about because they thought Percy was the hero that saved the world (he had a lot of help and half the time he didn't even know what he was doing. He was just...there) 

He was tired of being a hero

He really just needed a nap. Maybe. That was sounding good right about now

He had to do it, Percy had to let go of his demigod life 

"Come on Wise girl, I'll race you to the bottom," Percy said with the same smile on his face that he had all those years ago. Only this time they were both setting out on new adventures, starting new lives and letting go of his old one forever

The book closes over, once more and remains shut. 

To be read and revisited but never added to