I can do it with a broken heart

The simplest way to put it is...I died

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-_-_PERCY POV-_-_

I break the surface of the water, and frantically look around me to find a the familiar face of Morana. The annoying face of her smirking her ass off at me, and insulting me on the most random things. But I

Death. There are no words to accurately describe it. A mix of shame, pain, fear, anger, and sadness all in one. But mostly, I felt fear. I was scared of what was to come, scared of what part of the underworld I was going to end up in. I would not be surprised if I ended up in the fields of punishment, I probably won't end up in Elysium. All of the bad shit I've done, no fukin way.

I try to look around me, but I can't see anything. Maybe my vision stopped working. It's just darkness. Endless darkness for miles. A void of nothingness, everywhere you turn.

I start to feel panic raise in me. Not calmness, panic. My conscious is just floating around in darkness? Is this how it's gonna be forever? If I had a body, I would be shaking. I try to cry out, but nothing happens. I want to scream, and cry. I'm alone, alone for the rest of my life. I want to wail and howl for someone, anyone, to hear me. To let me know I'm not alone, alone with my thoughts. But my thoughts got the best of me.

Percy. What happened to him? Did he die? Is he safe? What about Grover and Annabeth? What happened to them? Are they going to finish the quest successfully? Do they even care that I'm gone? Do they even notice? They probably like it better without me, and all my annoying snarky comments. Gods, how do people put up with me.

Your friends are fine. A voice echos in my mind. But are you fine? Before I get to answer, the voice answers for me. No, you died. This was not supposed to happen, it is not your time yet. Dearest daughter. Daughter? I question in my mind.

And then, just like that, the darkness all around me dissolves. I fall to the ground, and I look around me. It looks as if I'm in a Palace. It looks, almost, homy. Well of course you find it homy, you are my daughter.

"Who the fuck are you?" I yell out into the palace, "and, uh, where the fuck am I?" I yell out again. I stand up, and immediately look down at my body. I have never been happier to see my stupid thick thighs, and my sort of chubby body. I laugh out loud, and quickly cover my mouth out of embarrassment.

I take a moment to actually look around me. I notice that the color pallet is limited. The same dark shade of purple on my ring, and just plain black. There are butterfly statues randomly scattered around the room. There is a black sofa, and a dark purple and black marbled carpet. There is a statute of a man, with black feathered wings on his back, and a long, black sword In his hand. I look up at his face, and he looks about in his Middle Ages. And his face looks handsome, and peaceful.

"Hello, daughter" someone calls from behind me, and I yell slightly, and jump. I pull off my necklace, and it swiftly turns into my dagger. I turn around, and hold my dagger in front if me protectively. As soon as I get a good look at the person behind me, my dagger disappears from my hand, "this is not a warm way to say hello to your father"

I look the person in front of me up and down. He look exactly like the statue that is standing tall behind me, "your-your" I stutter, but I can't make it out.

"Thanatos, the god if death." He smiles at me, "and, yes. I am your father. You are the daughter of Thanatos, pleasure to meet you, Morana Ryde"