It was over.
I knew it was.
When I had come back with a spoil of war into the half ruined Posiedon cabin, I could see it flashing in front of me.
GAME OVER
I had failed.
I still remembered clearly- Annabeth's face so calm and serene, and me shaking hard enough to kill her again. I could still remember the bottle of empty painkillers that she had been using.
Her death had been the last.
Yes. The fates were right.
I was back here- here at my beloved home, standing on Half Blood Hill. I wasn't myself.
Starting over.
I could do something for my camp now.
GAME OVER
----------
REPLAY
This dangerous game was just about to played again.
Hi.
YOU ARE READING
HIRAETH
FanfictionHiraeth: homesickness for a home you can't return to, or never was Perseus Jackson has another chance with life. Everything before- well, in the future had been ruined. Gaea had won the war. Everybody was dead, except for one heartbroken hero despe...
