Percy Jackson One Shots

Silence

There was such a roaring silence in my head. My brain ached with the quiet of it. There was only a void where a sarcastic comment should have been.

A emptiness where dumb questions should have sounded. A blank space where a crooked smiled should have been pulled. Nothingness where sea green should have sparkled with mischief.

A breeze where there should have been a body stood beside me.

And all I had of that . . . That person. That friend. Was my last words and actions. A kiss and a phrase of advice. Advice I knew he wouldn't take.

Not him. No, he wasn't recklace. He just thought he wasn't important. He didn't think . . . He didn't think to think that we-that I needed him. He would sacrifice himself over anyone of his friends any day. That's just . . . That's just him being him.

But why?

Why did he have to do that?

If I had only had more time-no. There was nothing I could have done. And when I heard his scream-it broke me. Yet another person to leave.

To come into my life and make me care only to leave me and-no he didn't leave. Unlike the others. He would never leave me. No he-he was taken. That godsdamned mountain, with those godsdamned telkkies! He would never leave me. Not of his own choice. He would never leave anyone.

So I clung onto the green shroud. This damned cloth that stood for so much. The material that shove in my face the fact that he wasn't here. I knew the chances. I knew the percentages. But I knew him as well.

No matter what Chiron or the others said . . . He would never leave me.

He couldn't have died because he wouldn't have done that to me. To us. Because I looked out over my friends faces, campers that all had the same look. If he was gone . . . What of the rest of us?

He who was brave and selfless. Who did things not for himself but for others. Who was the best swordsman for over 300 years. What could become of us, if even he died. If even he could be taken away.

I wanted to rip this shroud to bits, I wanted to shred it and not believe what it stood for. There wasn't a chance in Hades that he would leave me like this. Not after everything he promised. He wouldn't leave us to face Luke alone. Never.

So why wasn't he standing beside me? Why was he not looking at me like he couldn't understand a brain could work that fast? Why wasn't he smiling like an idiot and calling me Wise Girl? He . . . Why wasn't he with me?

And I just . . . The look on his face when I kissed him. A look of disbelief and confusion. Was that a mistake?

He was my first kiss . . . And now he's just gone? We don't get the time to just talk? The Fates think we don't deserve that?! After all we've done?! After all . . . All he's done?

Save me? Time and time again where he saved my life? Hold the sky just so I would be okay? Because I knew he wasn't supposed to be there. Thalia told me, it wasn't even his quest. But . . . He came. He went on that quest because I was in trouble because I needed help.

And when it mattered . . . I couldn't do anything.

Oh this one piece of cloth that I worked so hard on, that I would not let anyone touch, stood for so much. And I wanted it gone. I wanted it crumpled into little specks, but not burned. I didn't want to put this on the fire, that would mean so much.

It would mean giving up hope.

And the silence in my head . . . It roared and roared to not give up. To not let the shred of belief that he could be okay go. But I heard Chiron call for the shroud.

I walked up and let go of that awful thing. I let it burn as I clear my throat and started talking. I didn't even hear the words I said, didn't think about them . . .

But I looked up, something told me to look up. And when I did . . .

There he was.

The same bewildered look on his face. The same messy black hair the same sea green eyes. The same slim build, if not just a bit skinnier. And I was running.

Pushing and shoving the shocked crowed just to get to him. He was back!

I threw my arms around him and didn't even care that everyone could see. For a spilt second I let my worry and heartache show. I felt his arms around me and let out a sob that was pressing in on me. But then I pushed him back.

Burning rage over took my sadness. I started to chew him out but Chiron cleared his throat. I went red noticing the crowd. But even though I put up a mask, I was so glad that the silence was gone.