Gone | Percy Jackson

GONE | PART ONE

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Title: Gone Away

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Heroes of Olympus

Short Summary: In which love makes everything harder and true heroes and their stories may not have happy ends. Annabeth's in love with Percy, and he's in love with her, and responsibility for their actions makes them stay away from each other.

Pairing: Percabeth [Percy x Annabeth]

Warning: Contains minor swearing and fighting since I wrote this AND some of you might hate me while reading this, but whatever.

Disclaimer: PJO, Gone, Gone, Gone and Glorious do not belong to me and they're owned by its respectful owners. The same applies for any Marvel or The Big Bang Theory reference in here.

Song: Gone, Gone, Gone by Phillip Phillips, because I simply love this song and it's just downright beautiful and perfect for this story. I'm always almost crying when I hear it. Mr. Phillips deserves an award for this song or something. Glorious by Macklemore just happens to be here for the ones of you readers, who don't like where this story goes and totally want HoO to happen.

Extra note: English is my second language. Any expressed opinions in this story belong to me and might not concur with yours.

Published on: 12/8/2017, Wattpad; soon also available on Fanfiction.net

Word count: 15,555 words

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"A lot of honorable people died in the last days." The deep, calm voice of the centaur echoed through the pavilion. Most kids in this place lost someone close to them and every face was grave and their eyes sad, some year rounders in the younger ages had glassy eyes from all the crying. Percy swallowed and didn't dare looking at someone specific.

"We will remember them as heroes, brave half-bloods who gave their lives to save you, their loved ones, New Yorker mortals, the gods - the whole world," Chiron continued and his voice was something between unbelievable sad and proud. Percys heart clenched.

"We will remember them as friends who were loved, supported and helped by you, because you're a part of their story, of their legend, the reason why they fought."

Percy thought of the time, when the half-bloods marked him as their leader. He was full of hope then, but it didn't help. So many died and if he hadn't called them, they'd sit right here between their siblings. The truth was, even though he, Annabeth and everybody tried to make him think otherwise, they all knew it. He was the reason for this war. For those deaths. For everything. Percy turned his head and looked at the endless sea, restless and untamable.

"I will remember them as pupils, you will remember them as comrades. I couldn't be more proud of them and you, you both became stronger, better, more genuine and earnest than any hero before. The stories from this war will be told millenia after now. May the dead heroes of this war find their peace in Elysium."

As everybody raised their goblets and chanted "May they!", dozens of luminous drinks were seen from the sky. At this moment, Percy was one of the crowd. But this moment'll only last a few seconds.