Percy Jackson and the Fall of the Gods

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"And then she broke up with me for no reason." Jason complained as his sandcastle crumbled down.

"Aphrodite kids am I right. Almost as worse their mom, it did feel good to kill her." I smooth down my sandcastle walls.

"Is that a Poseidon skill, cause I definitely don't have it." He pouts as his sandcastle crumbles again to a mound.

"Honestly I don't know." I admire my 4-story sandcastle with working fountain in the sand courtyard.

"Percy why am I here?" he says softly.

"I don't know... I didn't want to be alone I guess." A small earthquake just under the sandcastle, destroys it. "And you're the only one that doesn't hate me, or I haven't kill yet."

"You kinda brought it on yourself didn't you." He sits next to me. "You have killed most of their parents and just demolished New Rome." He pats my shoulder. "You should send me back Percy, ill wait for my invite to the BBQ in Elysium." I nod and wave my hand, he fades to dust.

I walk down the streets of ruined L.A., past the looted stores and still flooded streets. A police officer is helping a trapped civilian trying to free him from a fallen streetlight.

"Hey kid help me out please!" the officer waves me over, I smirk and run over. I help hi lift the pole off of the civilian and free them. "Thank kid, you are... great..." he stares at me. "Are you that who killed Tristan Mclean?"

I smile, "Yeah." We stare at each other. "I also caused this tsunami when I was fighting Zeus, also I'm a Greek god." He stares at me and starts laughing nervously.

"Ah sorry kid, you look like that one guy. Ans you have a sick sense of humor." He pats my back and walks away.

I smile as I vanish and appear in the hills overlooking L.A., a small commune with an organic market. I walk in trough the market and a familiar sight. A curly brown-haired man, with a big Rasta hat. Crutches in each arm pretending to help him walk.

"Hey bud" I stand behind him. He slowly turns around.

"Percy..." his voice cracks and rushes to hug me. He drops his crutches as he rushes over and wraps his arms around me. "Percy I'm so sorry!"

"Grover buddy." I hug him back gently, trying not to break him.

"Percy, I'm so sorry!" he starts crying with random goat bleats. "We are still connected, I know how much you hurt." He cries as he holds me, a crowd no watching.

BOOM!

Smoke fills the market, I stand in the middle of a deep crater. Grovers Rasta hat smoldering on the ground, bodies lined the market. Grover no longer holding me. I stand there in shock over what Zeus just did. My best friend, no longer here, completely vaporized in less than a second. I bawl my fists and the ground shakes and crumbles. The burning stands falling to the ground. I relax and everything goes quiet.

"Time to make my way home."