Mortals Meet Percabeth/ Percabeth one-shots

Gone Awry: Part 2

Finally! For the delay, I'm so sorry, I've been busy beginning middle school but I'm back!

It was the funeral that was the worst.

Standing in the cold, dark palace of the once lively Mount Olympus, the flames of Percy's shroud licked and smouldered. The campers had long forgiven Annabeth, but that didn't stop her from clutching Riptide in pen form as close as she could to her heart, trying not to think that that was the last thing she had of him, except for a bittersweet kiss she'd refused before that fatal game. 

She'd refused one of the most sacred and passionate things he'd given her, his love, and she'd thrown him aside and only cared when his life was on the line.

No one could save him. Annabeth vaguely remembered collapsing by his bedside, wailing apologies and crying till her throat hurt.

That was a month ago. He'd been in good care while the mourning camp made a beautiful shroud which now burned with Percy's body, radiating a tragic beauty.

Her mother had since become Poseidon's companion, getting him to eat, comforting him, and it was hard to know that her mother cared for Poseidon in a month in a way more tender than she was to Percy. 

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Annabeth tried. Gods, she tried so hard, but that didn't stop the broken shell of her from stumbling around blindly in a heartbroken daze. How was she supposed to forgive herself for... for murder? 

She sat in Percy's cabin, with the seven and Nico, tenderly caressing his pillow and crying.

They were all visibly devastated. Leo had lost his humor, even when he returned with Calypso, who'd Annabeth had harbored a grudge towards until Percy's death when Calypso looked like her. Piper sobbed into Jason's chest, and Jason was cracking, his blue eyes dulling and tears spilled out. Nico was in misery, crying on the ground, clutching his stomach like he'd been punched. Frank and Hazel shed tears and blamed themselves for not being there.

"I'm. So. Sorry, Percy..." Annabeth croaked out, her throat raspy.

"Looks like the time comes for all of us, doesn't it?" A voice echoed behind us. Chiron stood in the doorway, evidently stopping his tears. "Come to the beach, l-lets pay our respects." His voice cracked.

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The beach was dry and the sea was restless, evidently reflecting Poseidon's misery.

"The sea doesn't like to be restrained. It destroys and rebuilds as it wishes. It comes and goes, harbors grudges and saves lives. We are not so different." The voice seemed to come from the sea, disfigured and muffled, as though the speaker were speaking from another dimension underwater, but it was clear enough.

An unexpected wave roared above them, almost hitting them and sweeping them out, but it stopped. "What in the name of Hades?' Jason muttered. 

It sculpted itself into a handsome humanoid made purely from water and Annabeth caught her breath as she stared into blue tinted sea green eyes.

"Percy?" Chiron sounded unsure.

Water-Percy remained silent, nodding and smiling at all of them, somehow solid enough to hug them all, but not saying a word. It was clearly his spirit, perhaps silent for reasons they couldn't interpret.

He got to Annabeth, and he stared at her with his eyes, and she can't read his emotions until his hand, still feeling like his own one did when he was alive, grabbed her and she was thrown back into the fatal game.....

Annabeth lay low in the cold snowy blankets of the woods, cold breath curling out of her mouth and swirling around her before dissipating.

She held her knife in front of her and quietly got to her feet, and crept towards the area where she had previously heard screams of teammates being caught in traps. Now all was silent.