Eternal Bliss (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Story-Start to Finish

Right, so, trying to come up with an idea for my stories, this popped into my head and flourished into a completed short story...kind of a one shot? I guess. I have considered making something else to it, maybe call this the prequel or something. But anyway, yeah, I cried writing this. It is why I haven't updated, I have been trying to decide on whether or not to go ahead and post this. So, I hope you enjoy it, my lovely readers. Warning: You might cry, repeat, if you are a fangirl, there is a possibility of crying. I apologize in advance for anything it might cause. Carry on.

Point of View: Third Person

After the Second Giant War, the two camps combined to make Camp Myth. Hestia and Hades were made part of the council after Zeus realized they needed them to survive now.

But a tragedy is taking place today. A horrible tragedy caused by false accusations.

In the arena of Camp Myth, Perseus Jackson is escorted into the middle of the sand floor of the arena by Jason and Frank. Everybody glares at him, but he keeps his head high and whenever he is beaten, he gets right back up no matter how much pain he is in. He is forced onto his knees and is made to lean down over a stone with a dip in the middle of it, where his neck lays in. He stays down this time.

"Any last words before you are executed, Perseus Jackson?" Athena smirks. 

"I have no remorse, no regret, and no guilt as I pass on today. The sky will weep, the sea will rage, the earth will tremble. I have done no wrong and hope in my death my injustice is recognized. I forgive you." Percy says. 

"If you did nothing, then why plead guilty?" Apollo snaps. 

"There is no use in fighting something I have no power over. I am no fool. Get on with it. I will face death as a friend." Percy closes his eyes. 

Ares raises his axe and then brings it down. People gasp and cover their eyes. Hermes throws a sheet over Percy's body and head, then flashes it away. 

Percy opens his eyes, already down in the judgement hall. 

"Perseus Jackson, welcome to the Underworld." Achilles taps his fingers on the wooden desk he sits at clear above the floor. 

"Thanks." Percy nods. 

"How's it feel to end in tragedy?" Odysseus inquires, completely bored. 

"Not to mention by public execution." Perseus mutters. 

"Normal and I had resigned myself to my fate." Percy shrugs. "I was expecting it." 

"Alright, all of us here know you're innocent. So, the question is, do we provoke the gods and do what's right or listen and send you to be tortured for all eternity until they see their mistake?" The original Perseus has a small smile. 

"I wouldn't care either way." Percy tells them. 

"That's unusual. Normally people beg." Perseus laughs. 

"I'm not normal." Percy says casually. 

"No, I suppose you aren't." Achilles smiles. 

"Well? I'm waiting." Percy sighs. 

"Perseus Jackson, for defending Olympus more than once, for sacrificing much to save others, for being unjustly murdered, and so much more that you can never be repaid, you may enter the Isle of the Blest." Odysseus declares. 

Percy's eyes widen. "What?" 

"Enjoy it, kid. You've earned it." Achilles smiles warmly. 

Percy looks shocked and then vanishes. He lands on a beach and falls to his knees. The wind blows through his hair and a lone tear runs down his face.