"Dude!"

Focused (1)

How would Jason react if Percy died?

Lemme just say I'm sorry.

The battle was going great. In fact, it was perfect. Almost no one seemed to be getting serious, crippling injuries and the monsters were dying faster than ever. Some heros even laughed! It was going too great.

Jason slashed and slashed with his Gladius and barely noticed the golden dust showering in his eyes. Stab, dive, roll, slash. He was combining Greek and Roman techniques. He had to focus. Focus was key.

In the back of his mind, he remembered how the battle began in the first place. It wasn't pleasant. Jason should've known.

No one payed attention to the signs. No one payed attention to the excess of monster attacks in the camp boundaries. It was probably a practical joke. A labyrinth entrance unrooted. A leak in the protective seal.

But it wasn't.

It was no practical joke that the children of nemesis wanted to get even. They had been made fools of in the last capture the flag. A single hell hound had driven the whole entire cabin into a retreat. It was mean to laugh, but it was so ridiculous to not. I mean, a single cabin to one monster. Seriously?, Jason had thought. So had the others.

Now, the cabin had made enemies with the others. Picking fights, curses, the lot. Nobody focused on it. Nobody realized that they were calling the monsters. And nobody realized that it was the son of a Titan the son of Posiedon killed and sent the whole monster world into a rage.

Jason shivered despite the sweat trickling down his neck.  Now was not the time to dwell on the past. The battle was now and it was going well. He noticed that some demigods actually had no monsters to fight at this point. They were doubled and tripled up against them and soon the monsters were down to slim picking. Jason gutted an emposai and quickly wiped the dust from his brow.

Was it over already?

He saw no other monster charge toward him and felt a familiar exhaustion rush that caught up to him after every battle. He stumbled a few steps. His sword arm heavy and his chest heaving. He felt utterly exhausted but couldn't help but smile at his friends. His heart was higher than Zeus. When they all got back to camp, the nemesis cabin would truly feel revenge.

He waved at Piper and Annabeth. He noticed that they were not paying him any attention, though. He look around. Some campers were oblivious to the looks of horror on the others aces, but soon picked up. He heard yells but he couldn't understand them. His Heart filled with lead as he turned around to what they were facing. Just as Annabeth screamed.

Lying 20 feet away, with a sword sticking  through the small of his back, was Percy. Jason Couldn't comprehend what was going on. Percy is okay? He survived the same wound. Percy could!

Too soon, Jason realized that Percy was beyond help. 

The irony. The wound was right where his vulnerability was. Percy died from a vulnerability that no longer existed.

He didn't realize that he was running towards his friend. He didn't hear the camp behind him. The blood pounded in his ears just as loud as their footsteps and cries.

The sea green eyes were closed and the hair fell across his face in a windswept appearance. His arm was crossed across his waist and he might have been sleeping, if not for the blood.

Percy was gone.
He was gone.
That was all there was too it.

No more. No more switching tables jokingly at camp, no more travels to new Rome together. No more drowning pancakes. No more percy.

Jason couldn't feel a thing. He didn't feel how the winds around him began to pick up. He didnt hear the thunder. He couldn't feel the lighting or the static. He couldn't feel the earth tremble with crashing trees and small buildings.

He didn't feel the chaos on the outside. He felt it all on the inside. His mind was in tatters, his eyes stinging as if he had been free falling from 3000 feet up. His heart pounded like a hammer. His ears rung.

Suddenly he heard it, a voice. Clear as a wind chime. Piper.

"St-stop! Jason please!" She choked on dust. Campers had no where to hide, it would be blown down or electrocuted. They coughed on the dust, screamed as the poison was splashed into their faces. But maybe they were screaming because their only hope was gone. Percy was their anchor. But he was no more and the camp was destined to sail into despair. Jason stumbled at the thought. He wasn't
f o c u s I n g. He had to listen to his anchor.

"Jason, you have to stop. He's g-gone! It's not going to do anything. This won't, this won't bring him back. You're hurting us!" Her powerful voice was thick and he had no idea how she summoned her voice magic. He felt the winds die down and the thunder stopped. The skies faded back into a clear blue.

Percy liked blue.

Jason stopped. His eyes were blurred from overuse of power and tears. They burned. He   around numbly and looked back. Piper was on her knees, breathing heavily and wiping hair out of her face. Tear tracks were visible. Annabeth was beside her, hunched over and sobs shaking she body. Campers alike were in the same condition. All wiping dust out, helping each other up, staring in disbelief at the dead body in front of them. 

Jason's ears were buzzing. At the back of his mind, he though. "Is this the revenge nemesis wanted. Is it?"

Jason painfully turned back to Percy.

Gods, who would tell his mom? Tyson? Jason couldn't stop the thoughts. He vaguely recalled the day Percy called him bro in front of Tyson. A little maniacal laugh built up in his stomach, but he forced it down.

Maybe if Jason focused to all the little signs, Percy wouldn't have died. He knew he could've done something. All his training as praetor and leader of a legion did nothing? He knew tricks, he knew scams, he knew. Maybe if he just focused this wouldn't have happened.

If he just focused.

I'm sorry

The next chapter will be a reverse. (Jason dies, Percy destroy thingy.)
As you can see, I suck at battle descriptions. Sorry.

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Noelle