A PJO/MR Crossover (Sidenote: I wrote this story when I was 16. It is kind of cringey and cliche, so read at your own risk)
During a date with Annabeth after the Giant War, mysterious men kidnap Percy Jackson. Injured and near death, the two are ca...
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Percy POV By dawn, I was still awake. My sleeplessness gained after surviving Tartarus was coming back. I decided to wake up, knowing that I'd keep drowning in my nightmares until I did.
I changed into a pair of shorts and a Camp Half Blood t-shirt, wishing I could speak with Annabeth. After the incident with Apollo, we ended up separated throughout the chaos. I haven't been able to talk to her since then, alone in my own thoughts.
It was dawn by the time I made it to the lake. The sun was low against the skyline, slowly rising into the sky. I wondered how it was still able to do that, without Apollo guiding it. Maybe he just needed to be alive to control it, an involuntary ability. Or some other god was taking over for him. Whatever it was, it looked to be working. The orb of light was not as bright as usual; an almost dull yellow. That's the only difference I could make out.
The strawberry fields were ripe, and their smell wafted over. My stomach growled, yet I had no appetite. I just sat in the sand, watching the sun rise. Something I'd never fully seen until today.
The offering ceremony for Apollo was set up a few hours later. Demigods of all cabins attended, contributing anything they deemed important into a burning chasm. Some gave half their rations of drachmas, while others threw in necklaces, rings, or jewelry. I did say a prayer, thanking him for getting my powers back, along with retrieving Riptide. My gift wasn't the greatest, but I'm sure Apollo would appreciate a book called "The Haiku Handbook."
The Apollo cabin was last, uttering prayers under their breaths. I saw Raven among them, her eyes glistening with yet to be shed tears. Her closeness with Apollo must've made this devastating for her. I wanted to give my friend reassurances and comfort, but decided it would be best to leave her alone. I watched her closely, as she planted a diamond bracelet into the blaze. I wondered if the sun god had given it to her once.
The heated inferno next to Apollo's banner remained colorless with melancholy. Even the Stoll brothers were staring blankly, in no mood to lighten the mood.
It was disheartening, knowing Apollo didn't deserve eternal torment in the Underworld. He had been protecting us, but we had failed to return the favor. Guilt invaded my mind, leaving me with resentment.
I pictured Bob and Small Bob, another two beings that gave up everything for Annabeth and I. How many people had to sacrifice their lives for us? My thoughts went to Luke, Beckendorf, and even Silena Beauregard.
Flashing back to Tartarus, I remembered falling into the River Cocytus. The cold, sinking feeling when I was in the river, and the souls begging for us to join them in death. I can recall making that choice to die, just like everyone had for me. Annabeth was the one who brought me back from that. Which is why I needed to see her, feel her presence after missing her for so long.
"Percy, are you alright?" I heard Annabeth ask, concern lacing her voice. She had come to my side, most likely noticing my isolation from everyone else. A tear had slipped down my cheek, unnoticed. Annabeth took her hand and wiped it away softly.
