Silena's Box (Percy Jackson Fanfic)

The Letter

Dear Clarisse,

If you're reading this it means I'm dead because of my plan. You are going to think this is the craziest, most un-thought out plan I could come up with but I actually figured everything out. I talked to Percy and made him believe I could come back to camp and convince you to bring the Ares cabin to help fight. On the flight to camp I realized there was no way in Hades I would be able to do that. So I needed to come up with a back-up plan and fast. I decided that Im going to steal your armor while you and Chris are on patrol, then I'm going to make the other Ares kids believe I'm you so they will follow me into battle. I want to apologize for some things though. I want to say sorry for tricking you, sorry for stealing your armor and making you panic, I'm also sorry for dying and leaving you at camp without a friend to talk to (other than Chris). Most of all and this one I can't apologize enough for but... I'm sorry that I helped Luke in the first place. They needed information and all they had to do was give a girl empty promises. They told me I was saving more lives. That they wouldn't hurt Charlie. When he died, I knew I was lied to. I should have been smarter, I should have realized that they weren't going to move around one boy in the middle of a war just so they could keep their word to a spy. The offer was just too good to be true. I should have realized it was too good to be true but I thought 'What if it was true?' I can't believe I listened to a 'what if'. Now I'll get to see Charlie... in Elysium... hopefully. Keep these things to remember me by. I hope you can forgive me, I understand if you can't though. It would take me a while to forgive myself too. Clarisse, I just want you to know that I'm really sorry... but in this time of need, in the middle of war, there aren't many options. In this case... there was no other choice.

Love,
Silena
Aka. Your old best friend

I set the letter on my bed. Tears streaming down my face. I may be an Ares kid but when it comes to Silena, I'm okay crying. Silena did that because I wouldn't help fight. I feel terrible, this is all my fault. I took the paper out of the box and underneath was a red dress, a black pair of flats, and a framed picture of Silena and I. We were smiling like none of these bad things that happened to us in our lives never existed. Like we were happy, normal teenagers. I held the picture close to my heart like I was hugging it and I cried. I put the picture on my dresser and pulled the dress out of the box. I may not care much about clothes, or shoes, or any of that but this dress was beautiful. It was plain blood red with spaghetti straps and a little silk ribbon around the waist and tied into a bow on the front. I thought about the letter and picked it up again. Everyone here at camp has their biggest 'what if', apparently Silena's was "What if Luke wasn't lying?". Now I know mine. "What if I listened to Silena?" will now be my biggest 'what if'.