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What if 2. Part 2

One sentence:

"Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story?" 

A/N: This is a different universe so no quest for Thea, the Golden Trio goes on a quest, Thea gets claimed the day after the incident, and the bonding between Bea, Heja and Thea happens basically since camp day 1. 

Also more people die because it's for the plot.

Anathea's POV: 

And boy, it was going to be a long journey. 

Who lives?

Bea and I both had a hard time coping with her death. We were a trio, now a duo. Every time I walk past cabin 6 to go to cabin 11 I couldn't stand having to see Heja's bunk, which was always messy and next to the window, empty. 

Who dies?

I got sent straight to Elysium. "Athena ordered it." I got told. Charon wasn't happy, the three judges weren't happy. But I went to the Greek Mythology version of heaven. As soon as I arrived I did notice everything. The nature, the open spaces, huge mansions. Anathea would've loved it here. 

You just gotta be dead to see it...

Who tells your story?

Anathea's POV:

I always loved to write. Stuff I see, idea's in my head. Heck, even my dreams. Every free minute I now had I spent writing. About what? Her. I had promised myself, vowed, told myself, buried deep in my head that as long as I remembered her, she wouldn't be completely dead. And to be honest, she really never was. And that was good. It felt like every corner I turned, every step I walked and every breath I took, she was there, her green eyes watching over me like a guardian angel. I didn't know if it was just a coping skill of mine, hallucinations or if she actually was there. With Greek mythology you never know. 

So I wrote. Every night. All I wanted: Her story to be told. The Daughter of Athena.

That night as I was writing, using the moon as a light to be able to see, I didn't realize how late it got. It was only when Luke got in and saw me sitting up, leaning over the little notebook that held the legacy of my best friend, he scolded at me. "Go to sleep!" I looked at his face. The scar... So familiar... 

I nodded, placing the notebook under my pillow and leaning on it. 

I silently cried myself to sleep that night. Ever since her death I have allowed myself to cry. If it weren't words I was able to speak or write, my emotions should have a plan b to flow out.

Who lives?

Bea's POV:

She, a friend I had known for barely 3 days, dead. She'd been a daughter of Athena for barely 3 days. Fenris told me she'd gotten straight to Elysium. At least the gods cared.. 

The next day her funeral was held. First just one with the close friends. Margo, Thea, Annabeth, Grover, Percy. I watched as they lowered her coffin in the hole. With each new pile of earth covering up the ground my heart shattered more, until it was just as fine as the sand that underneath our feet. For a couple of minutes we were all dead silent. Then Chiron started speaking. "She'll be remembered as long as she's in our heart." I blinked away my tears. Three days and I've never had a friend as good as Heja or Thea. 

Over the next couple of minutes everyone left. Except Thea. I didn't try to interfere. This was her moment. 

The next day the camp-wide funeral was held. Thea held a little speech, and started lighting the banner on fire. The beautiful silver banner, sparkling in the sun and a white owl on it as a cherry on top.