Green is the color of a hero (a mha x pjo crossover)

Say what now?

—"bla bla"- character talking in thoughts
—(Bla bla)- Authors Notes
—(bla bla)—character Input
—"bla bla."— normal Talking
—"BLA BLA!"—yelling

~Percy's p.o.v~

I stared at the graves in front of me, a sharp pain bore into my heart and I felt like I was on the surface of a still sea. Weightless, but right now, something that felt heavier then the sky itself was resting on my chest and stole my breath away with every second I stood there. The water was calming but at the same time I feared that it would give into the weight I inflicted on myself.

Regret.

Remorse.

Death.

Self-Loathing.

A responsibility a young boy shouldn't have and scars that have a way too traumatic backstory to be reopened again.
Everything neatly packaged in the body of a 15 year old Percy Jackson.

I sat a flower on every grave he passed and breathed something in the lines of: "I'm sorry." "You did well." "Please forgive me." And after a while of choking back tears and mourning for my beloved ones, even those who I didn't have much contact with, my body ended up by the one grave that brought me to my knees. This last flower was for my very special flower.

"Anna-" , I sobbed out loud. "An-Annabeth my beautifu-ful wise girl*cough* I'm so sorry! Ple-Please forgive me for being too slow too weak too freaking stupid to save you!" ,what started out shaky and hurt ended as angry and utterly devastated.

The little power rush I had felt when I could form whole words without my voice cracking left me and my shoulders slumped as I silently put the little forget-me-not on her grave and pumped minerals and water into her, twisted the genes and made them a mix between gray and blue. In the matter of minutes was her whole grave surrounded by the millions of tiny cute flowers.

"As if I would ever forget you, you were here for me since day one", I thought smiling sadly. With my tear shedding, stupid eyes I adored with how much respect the Hephaestus cabin designed the oh so simple but still looking beautiful marble gravestone for her.

There were golden outlined patterns of ivy making a bed for the silver letters of her name and there stood a tiny owl on one of the leaves.

You know what would have made this even better? If there wouldn't even be a gravestone. I realized the tenth time this day, that I had lost the person, for wich I walked literally through hell, just so she wouldn't be gone.

And here I am. Not by her side. I couldn't stand it any longer, so I bowed quickly but deep mumbled a goodbye and rushed out of the graveyard bawling my eyes out.

And even now, that I am letting all those tears out, I really don't feel that weight that seems to be strapped onto me loosen. No. It just shifts a little bit. It's still there, mocking me for all my failures.

I am struggling to stay on my own two feet, so of course I did the only reasonable thing that occurred to my mind. Let's jump into the nearest, biggest water source!

So I did. And I stayed there for gods know how long with that ADHS that made me feel like it was three days, though in reality it was only a fifty minute dip into the (UNKNOWN into the UNKNOOOOOWN INTO THE ONKNOOOooooOoooooooooooWnN) waters. (Lmao sorry had to)

As I started to feel strange. "Hmm? What's going on?", were my thoughts as I felt a strong godly presence surrounding me. Wait, surround?! I started glowing.

Something is clearly wrong, you see, after my second war all I asked for was that Hades and Hestia finally found a place in the throne room on a.... throne, that they would keep their former promises and this time really help their kids. I also got blessed by every single new and old Olympian. There was also a thing that the Olympians all swore to river Styx to, and that was to leave Percy alone and only talk or connect with him if it was an apocalyptic threat to the world or if he called first.