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Percy's eyelids fluttered open, his mind restless with the thoughts of what may happen to him tomorrow, or maybe today. He didn't know. He gulped, a low sigh slipping from his lips. The boy rolled over slowly, checking the time on the small clock hanging from the dusty wall.

00:57

"Three minuets to one?" he questioned to no one in particular. There was no one around to answer his query, anyway. Percy rubbed his eyes, trying to rid them of the drowsiness that was overwhelmingly filling them. Wait a second-

It was his birthday. He was sixteen.

The demigod son of Poseidon's eyes widened considerably and he stared at the clock for a few minutes, almost daring it to be wrong. To show that it was indeed still a day from his sixteenth.

Nothing happened.

Something like a pit, a pit of dread and fear settled in his stomach- thoughts whirling around his head like the flash. He felt tears threatening to spill, to pour down his face and never stop.

He could die today.

And it hit him all like a train, a tidal wave, a boulder falling onto his head. It just hit him.

The fate of the world was resting on his shoulders, his life. Everything and everyone he cared about would he gone if he didn't man up, if he didn't accept his fate and continue forward- if he didn't keep going, no one else would either.

As the realisation sunk in, he swung his legs off of the large hotel bed- feet hitting the floor with a small thud. They were bare, his socks and shoes just at the foot of the bed. He was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, but he'd taken his blue hoodie off. Just left in his CHB shirt and jeans. Percy's hands reached up to play with his camp beads, one single tear rolling down his cheek. It dropped slowly onto the back of his hand, dematerialising and sinking deep into his skin. Just the thought that there may never be another bead on his necklace again was enough to make him shudder, to make him cry.

The boy quickly shook his head, carefully picking up Riptide from the small and wooden bedside table. He bit down on his lip, creeping over to the side of the room where a small pad of paper rested.

Not knowing if he could write with Riptide, Percy swiped up a pen left laying obscurely on the old desk. He ripped off a piece of paper with shaking hands, slowly exhaling as he tip-toed back to his bed.

He hoisted himself back on, sitting cross-legged up against the headboard. Tentatively, he placed the tip of the biro onto the paper, letting his thoughts control what he wrote.

18 August.

Dear diary,

It's my birthday. Yay. I guess I should be happy, I'm sixteen! Most kids my age would be celebrating, heck- most kids my age would be asleep on their birthday right now. I'm not. It's one in the morning, I should be asleep right now but...

This could be my last day alive. And that's scary. That's really scary. I'm just sat here, writing this so if I'm gone...

If I'm not here to celebrate my birthday, My Mum, Paul and Annabeth can...

Annabeth. Gods that girl confuses me. She's awesome, beautiful and brave and caring and smart and confusing. Very confusing. I guess she likes me, but I don't know. She's kissed me before, but she's also judo-flipped me. Maybe that's just her showing affection? I don't know.

Percy! Stop, seriously. Focus.

Anyway if I'm not here later- I want you guys to find this. Annabeth, if you're reading it right now, I really like you. More than a friend. And I'm seriously worried about you... you took that hit for me Wise Girl! I'd be gone if it wasn't for you, but you already know that. Thanks for calling me cute, by the way.

Mum, gods mum... be happy! Maybe I'm alive right now, so I hope we're having a dance party and eating all the blue food we can. That'd be nice. But if I'm not, I love you, okay? Okay.

Anyway, today I have to find a way to kill Kronos. And I might die. The prophecy is confusing, really confusing. And on top of that, Rachel said I wasn't the 'hero' and now I'm even more confused. I'm also kinda worried about her, apparently she's been having these dreams- seeing the future. I swear to the gods if Rachel tries to become the oracle, don't let her. I saw what it did to Luke's mother, she went crazy. Delphi was cursed by Hades, it can't take on another form. I saw it in a dream about Nico.

Nico. Gods Nico. We've had a rocky relationship, haven't we? I don't know if you're reading this, because I'm pretty sure you hate me but if you are- I'm so sorry. About Bianca, about everything. You know I'm still guilty about that right? Because every time I see you now... you're not that little kid obsessed with mythomagic anymore and that's, that's scary. I'm sorry, for everything. I hope you can be that little boy again one day.

Styx. It's nearly sunrise, dyslexia makes you right slower that others. I need to get some more rest so I can prepare, I hope I make it through the day. Just so I can say these things in person. But... I don't know. Anyway, I've got to go.

I guess this is goodbye,
-Percy.

Maybe that would be the last thing he ever wrote. Maybe not.

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PUBLISHED ON 3/6/2k20