Reincarnation - Percy Jackson Fanfic

12: The Funeral

Annabeth’s PoV:

“A shroud for a son of Poseidon,” Jason said, his voice cracking.

“ No, Percy, NO!!” I heard a man yell. I didn’t know who it was. It could’ve been the FBI for all I cared. The only thought in my mind was, He’s gone. Percy’s dead. There was a man kneeling next to me and Piper, looking at Percy’s dead face, devastated. Then I realized. That’s Lord Poseidon! I quickly scrambled to her feet. And looked around all the gods were there looking sadly at Percy. I bowed down quickly to all the gods.

“Oh stop it with the formalities, Annabeth. Come here and get your tissues because your going to need a lot of those,” Aphrodite comes towards her with a box of tissues. I reach out and grasps out the tissues and bury my eyes in them. Maybe it’s just a dream, I thought. I’ll wake up and Percy will be there to tell me that’s everything’s fine. But when I looked up all the gods were still there, and Percy’s dead body. I took out more tissues and buried my face in them, trying to stop the flow of tears coming down my cheeks. I felt a pair of arms around me and they weren’t Piper’s. I looked up to see my own mother, Athena, looking down at me. I had never needed a mom more than I did now.

“H-he’s g-gone an-nd he w-won’t come b-back,” I manage to say through my tears.

Shhhh… It’s ok Annabeth. You’ll see him again. One day,” she answers me.

“Oh. My. Gods.” Piper says completely horrified.

“What is it, child?” Hera asks gently.

“What will Sally say?” Percy’s mom. She was going to be so sad. Then there was a snap and Sally’s worried voice,

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” I look up from the tissues that I buried my face in and I see her.

“Annabeth what’s wrong?” she says slowly. I can’t even talk so I just point at Percy’s dead body who is being blocked from view by Poseidon still kneeling over him.

“Annabeth why are you crying? Whose body is that?” I feel the tears build up in my eyes and just point again at Percy and then start crying again. I hear footsteps then Sally’s gasp.

“No, no, no, this isn’t right…” she mumbles to herself.

“No, Percy!!” She screams. I hear Aphrodite offering her tissues. When I look up I’m surprised to see Hera hugging Sally and soothing her. Of course, I thought. She’s the Goddess of family.

“We will continue his funeral on Olympus,” Zeus says sadly. There’s another snap and I see that we’re on Olympus. There’s a golden coffin and inside it a body wrapped in a Poseidon shroud. I can’t help the tears that spill down my cheeks. I always thought it silly in those cheesy love-story movies. They would say ‘Oh I loved you and now you broke my heart!!’ I never understood them. How can you break someone’s heart? Your heart is an organ; you can’t rip it in half or something. But now I understood perfectly what they meant. Percy was a part of me. And he was gone now. Without him, I was like nothing. I barely paid attention to the ceremony. I just cried and cried, and cried. Aphrodite was always there with a box of tissues. So her dream did come true, I thought. Piper was right. Someone did die. I spent that night in Olympus in one of the rooms. But I obviously couldn’t sleep. I kept on crying the whole night, thinking about my Percy in the Underworld. I would never hear his voice again. I would never stare into those amazing eyes again. I would never be able to play with his messy black hair. I would never hug him again, or kiss him or never even touch him again. So in that night I cried until I used up all my tears. I couldn’t cry anymore because there were no tears to shed. So I drifted off to sleep in my sad state. Then, of course, there were always the nightmares.

§ Melanie §