Mortals Meet Percabeth/ Percabeth one-shots

Tribute to our Heroes

Third Person POV

The world ended when Percy and Annabeth's souls drifted into the Underworld.

Literally. When Nico and Hazel felt their life forces depart, Gaea started to disintegrate. It was too high of a price to pay though. Really, now? After everything, the team had gone through together? People tried to convince themselves it was a dream or a trick, but deep down everyone knew that Percy and Annabeth were now just happy souls in Elysium, able to be together for eternity.

The camps combined later to form Camp Olympus, and inside was New Rome and New Athens. Rachel had dug up Annabeth's designs for Olympus and her sketches of visions she'd had of what she'd wanted New Athens to look like during her time on the Argo 2. But a small part held the Argo 2. The Argo 2 held all of the seven's rooms. But there was an extension. A few actually. Leo built them in, along with his siblings. In several rooms were commemorations of all the brave heroes who'd died, even the ones in the second Titan War. But the biggest few rooms were Percy and Annabeth's rooms. They showed the history of them both, meeting at twelve, growing up, falling in love, and their deaths. Pictures, their weapons, and belongings, sat in the rooms, and the demigods day by day sent their love and food, and prayers and sent respects. It felt like the Fates took Olympus and cut a part out.

But they pushed on for their heroes. Their sacrifice wouldn't be in vain. On the year's anniversary of their death, the demigods gathered in the humongous amphitheater of Olympus and the gods as well. A few walked to the front. Piper's almost sobbing form held Jason's hand, Hazel's eyes shone with tears and Frank's arms enveloped her, Nico looked like he was going to break down and Will rubbed his back, Leo and Calypso were locked in a hug, both eyes shining. Reyna stepped up. "Demigods," She addressed the whole group, "and m-my lords and ladies," Maybe that was all she was supposed to say. Or maybe that was all she could.

The rest took turns, their voices cracking as they recounted the events, their friends. "Finally, we, we have a tribute video." (the actual video is NOT mine, it is from Youtube and the user is Pamela Martinez, so props to her, and the song is also not mine, nor hers, it is You & I by One Direction)

It played.

But nobody noticed the glistening eyes of the flickering forms of a green-eyed, black-haired boy and a grey-eyed, blonde haired girl, who stood in the corner, smiling. Everyone felt it though, and they all felt hope. Percy and Annabeth had given their lives for countless others to be spared. They'd repay them by remembering them, passing down their legacy, and continuing their jobs, to fight the evil, to help others, to save the world, to stay true to themselves and each other, and being heroes.

I love you, they all said to them, and they could've sworn they heard the couple say it back.

I'm sorry. I had to.

Peace out,

Ally Martin