Dark Percy

A fallen soldier

This is a sequel to "The last goodbye".

It was nearly 4 am when 12 demigods made their way into Camp Halfblood. The sun had begun to rise in the horizon. Birds were chirping. None of the 12 seemed to have realized.

In the front there was a girl with eyes that seemed to reflect the red sunlight. It gave them an overnatural look. Her voice was raspy like she needed water, but she cried loudly anyways. At her side there was a tall guy with blond hair. He tried to comfort her, even though he looked shocked himself.

A little behind them another blond boy clung to a pale boy with a skull ring. The blond, Will, mumbled something about how it was all his fault, while the other boy kept repeating it wasn't. "It was already too late, Will," he said, "It wasn't your fault."

6 other kids trailed behind them, each in their own thoughts. A couple of them cried silently, without really noticing. They were Will's siblings, whom he had called for help. Normally a bunch of Apollo kids would mean singing or at least talking, but not tonight.

Lastly there were two boys. One had curly hair and grease all over him. He kept an eye on the other guy while he worked on some crazy invention, without really trying.

The other guy was taller. He had messy black hair and an orange Camp Halfblood tee shirt. The shirt was almost red, so much blood had dripped om him.

In his arms was a girl. Her head had fallen backwards, so the muddy, blonde curls hung in the air. Occasionally the sun would shine on a strand of hair not covered in mud and make it glow like pure gold.

Her eyes were closed making it look like she slept, but the bloodstream flowing from her torso showed otherwise.

A man on a horse ... Wait no, a centaur, came out of a big blue house. His hair and tail was a mess. One of those haircurling things were stuck in it. A shocked look apeared on his face as he saw the crying girl with the dry voice and her boyfriend.

"What happened?" The centaur asked.

No one said anything as the boy with sea green eyes made it to the front with the dead girl in his arms. The centaur hurried over to him and reached out to check for the girl's pulse. None.

"Annabeth," the centaur whispered and then repeated: "What happened?"

"Empousa. Kelli," the boy who carried Annabeth answered. The centaur seemed to age as he realized Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, really was dead. The girl he had grown so fond of over the past ten years was dead. He thought of her, a seven year old, with grey eyes shining with intelligence and wisdom. Only seven years, but with a dagger and a murderous look in her eyes.
Now she was 17 and laying dead in her boyfriend's arms.

"I'll- I'll tell her siblings so they can make a shroud. Meanwhile all of you should get some sleep." The centaur's voice cracked several times during his words. He set of to the Athena cabin.

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The Apollo kids, minus Will, went to sleep. Since sleep seemed impossible to the rest, they just sat in the beach.

The guy with curly hair was soon joined by a girl. She had caramel colored hair and was wearing a white tee shirt and jeans. They sat a little from the others. Every now and then they would watch Percy, the guy whom had lost his girlfriend, just to make sure he wouldn't do anything stupid.

Percy was almost sitting in the water. Annabeth was still in his arms. She was cold and didn't move an inch. Percy tried to warm her, but didn't suceed.
He had wanted some peace so badly, but there was no place for peace in his life. He hurt everyone around him.
Tears ran down his face and into Annabeth's hair.