Percy Jackson's Last Breath

<CHAPTER 12>

~Annabeth's POV~

Not long after I told Poseidon of the tragic events that had occurred, did the Olympians order a meeting at Olympus that will be taken place today.

Today is August 21st. No more than three days after Percy closed the doors of death.

Everyone stood, as an audience, in front of the Olympians. The throne room was deadly silent. We've been standing here for five minutes, at least, and no one has dared to speak.

I couldn't dare to speak. I know that the main topic will be about Percy. And what we will do now that he's gone. I was shaking with anxiety, afraid to break down again. There is never a moment where I won't be hurt about even thinking of Percy. Every time I speak or think of him, a part of me shatters. And so my heart is vigorously shattering all the time. And it won't stop until there is nothing left to shatter. Because, after something shatters, it will be forever broken. No matter how hard you tried to glue it back together, there will always be missing parts or cracks that you cannot fill ever again.

Someone sneezes into the awkward silence; catching my attention.

Zeus glances at Poseidon before he speaks, "As you can see, I have ordered an urgent meeting to discuss about uh-" He glances at Poseidon again and clears his throat "- about Perseus Jackson." He stared at Poseidon in worry.

The reason why was pretty obvious. Poseidon no longer sat proudly in his throne. No, he's the opposite of that. Poseidon was almost unrecognizable if it hadn't been for his beach clothes.

Poseidon was old and wrinkly. His beard was white and grey. His eyes were dead. No longer did they hold the spark they used to have before. Wrinkles were set on his forehead and on the corners of his lips from frowning too much. His lips held a ghastly scowl, but besides that, his face was void of emotion. His body language screamed agony, on the other hand. His shoulders slumped, his body leaning against the throne. The throne seemed to be the only thing supporting him.

Oh, how badly I can relate to him.

Zeus continues, "We have to discuss what we are going to label his uh- his absence." He scratched his chin nervously.

My eyes narrow as I see the direction this is headed. And trust me, there's no way I want to get into that.

Zeus scans the big crowd, he looked really uncomfortable. "The question is, will this be labeled as Perseus Jackson's death?"

Shouts and protests were heard all around. The campers were furious. The crowd began to disperse when people were shoving and arguing with one another.

Percy wouldn't have wanted this. He wouldn't have wanted us to be in turmoil. Or in pain.

I scoff at myself as I prepare myself for what I was about to do. At first, all I wanted was to blend in with the crowd and ignore as much 'thinking about percy' as I can. Yet here I am. Growing the guts to stand up so I could help this god awful situation.

"Stop!" I yell as I stepped forward, closer to the thrones.

The campers didn't listen. If anything, they only got louder and more aggressive. My eyes scan the raging mob as my heart picked up pace.