Broken

<2> What Could've Been.

Percy watched from afar as the Camp celebrated the victory of Kronos. They had a huge wonderful bonfire which rose high and mighty it's red flames reflecting the camper's moods which right now. It was victory.

Percy didn't feel victorious, he felt like he had just lost the most important battle the universe had ever proposed to him. Now he was enslaved in chains made to bend to their will. No control, no freedom. Just torture, and unhappiness. A prisoner of war.

Percy squinted and automatically his vision zoomed in to get a better view. There were shrouds, demigods were talking about the many lost in the past days as they had a memorial for them.

Several long speeches were made about the deceased their friends telling stories that they had with them, several happy moments. Then the last part of the speeches were always about how they bravely died in battle, for a great cause.

Then they burned the shrouds. Each one it's smoke a different color the smell of it as it burned a different fragrance. Each one beautifully unique for each loved one who had died.

Percy sat thinking about how they should've just made a shroud for him like he had passed. He almost got one before. Why not now? A part of him had died that day, why not have a memorial for it?

After they burned the shrouds everyone wiped their tears that they had tried to keep hidden away from their faces before they started singing songs around the camp fire.

The red light danced off of their faces in a beautiful light warming up the night and scarring animals away from the heat and bright light in the middle of the night.

Percy remembered being down there sitting in the amphitheater watching the kids sing as he smiled sometimes joining along but quieting down whenever anybody looked at him though because he didn't want to be heard.

That was the exact opposite of Percy now, he wanted to be heard. He wanted to scream out all of his mistakes and say sorry. He wanted to erase what he had done. Maybe go back in time and restart making all the right choices knowing what choices to make to make everything better. So he didn't have to hurt anyone. Or see anyone die. To convince Ethan that he was wrong, he didn't have to get revenge on the gods. To not go with Luke and get bitten in the hand. To not get attached to Luke, so when his death came. It'd be less painful. To save Beckendorf from the explosion. Shield Selena from the poison. To just... Save them.

After a few minutes Percy sighed and the kids stopped singing just to talk around the fire and play games. But off in a corner Percy saw a blond wrapped in a knitted grey sweater and black leggings. She was hugging her knees to her chest as she buried her face into the top of them.

Percy didn't even have to zoom in to see that that was his Wise Girl. Annabeth Chase.

"Hey." He heard a girls voice before seeing his best friends girlfriend walk up the steps of the amphitheater to Annabeth and sit next to her.

"Yeah?" Annabeth lifted her head, her eyes were red and puffy and Percy could hear her sniffle cutely. Percy half chuckled thinking of when she got a cold and she went sniffling and sneezing around camp. But she never missed an activity over her own sickness. She pressed on.

Juniper sat down next to Annabeth and put her hand on her back before rubbing it as Percy's analysis vision kicked in showing how much of a tree nymph she actually was. It was something around 78%.

Percy groaned and smacked the side of his head trying to go back to normal vision, he hated being able to tell a person's in's and out's. He thought that they should be able to share their own story. Keep their own secrets, and share them when the time was right. Not have a spying god see everything and know everything about them. Even who their parents were!