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p r o l o g u e

[ Date: May 24, 2016 ]

Well, hey.

I'm not sure if you know who I am or why I'm doing this, but trust me, it's probably for the best.

My name was Percy Jackson, the son of Poseidon, hero of Olympus, one of the seven demigods in the great prophecy, former preator of New Rome, and all that.

None of those were really important, honestly; at least, not anymore.

You see, after the was agaunst Gaea, I've finally gained Athena's trust to marry her daughter, who was the love of my life. Her name is Annabeth Chase.

She was pretty much everything to me, but I guess she didnt quite feel the same way.

I'm going to spare you from the drama and all if you don't have a clue on what had happened, but maybe some of you already know.

I had gone on a quest that lasted for months, on a quest for the goddess of wisdom, but when I came back, I was simply forgotten.

Replaced.

Betrayed.

I was torn apart. I was told that my fatal flaw could be my downfall, and I guess I hadn't excepted this. I dont know if I'll be coming back, or if I'm even going to live, but I have one last request from all of you.

Keep the memory of Percy Jackson alive.

Percy Jackson was a loyal, brave, stupid, and outgoing person. He was loved, feared, and respected.

But it's too late; he's gone, and he won't come back.

In his body lives a monster, whose heart was torn into unfixable pieces. The hero everyone used to adore is dead, and for that, I apologise. I'm sorry for everything I might have done to cause anyone pain, if ever I've actually done something.

Also, thank you:

For all the friends I had that stood by my side until the very end,

For being my family - even if it was just for a few years,

And for the rest of the seven for keeping me alive; I owe you guys.

To Annabeth, I'm sorry. I hope you're happier with him than you were with me, but always know that I love you. You're my Wise Girl - forever and always.

To Nico and Thalia, thank you for staying loyal to me, regardless the harsh judgement of the other campers whenever either one of you is seen being in my company; apparently I'm that bad, huh. You guys are the best cousins anyone could ever wish for. Stay alive for me, will you?

To Reyna, Frank, and Hazel, thank you for not killing me, I guess. I'll miss you guys.

And to the gods, I hope you're happy that I'm gone now - the 'big threat' is finally gone. Stop using your children as if they're just pawns to be used to do your dirty work.

Now I've got to go.

I think this is a goodbye.

For now, anyways.

Your Seaweed Brain,
Percy Jackson.

Annabeth sobbed as she clutched the note, tears spilling from her eyes. He was gone. He was long gone; and it was her fault. It was all Annabeth's fault. She stood, shaking slightly.

But it's too late; he's gone, and he wont come back.

She stumbled towards the door, her mind set.

It was going to be her who's going to fix it.