The Death of a Hero | Percabeth Fanfic

Everything Goes to Tartarus (literally)

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(I'm staying in first person for now, fight me)

ANNABETH

Chiron, Jack and I had walked up to the giant cyclops that seemed to be the head of the army. He wasn't like Polyphemus; this cyclops radiated intelligence. He stood at Thalia's pine, close enough to our border to make us scared. The Athena Parthenos was working overtime but I doubted even she could stop this many monsters.

The heads of every cabin walked with Chiron and I over to the leader to try and reason with him. When we finally made it over, we stood barely up to the cyclop's shins. He leaned down dangerously and said something that sent chills down my spine;

"Give us Perseus Jackson or be destroyed."

I was confused and terrified. I thought that the entire monster world knew that the infamous Percy Jackson was dead. Confusion rippled through the campers

"He's dead." I said, trying to keep my voice from breaking, "He died a year ago when you and your army killed him."

The cyclops grumbled in what I believe was meant to be laughter.

"Ah, yes, Perseus put quite a dent in our efforts. Without him, we would have marched on your camp that very day. He delayed us an entire year, we had to regroup our forces, but," he gestured to a giant metal scorpion beside him, "my friend here had managed to kill him. However," his eye moved to Jack, "your young hero managed to cheat death. We are simply curious if he can do it again."

I almost had a panic attack right there. I was squeezing Jack's hand so tightly, I think I cut off his circulation.

"Give us Perseus Jackson or perish." Said the cyclops again.

"He's NOT. HERE." I yelled, trying and failing not to cry.

"Oh," the cyclops paused, "But he's right there." He pointed to Jack. I froze, and backed away from him, feeling mixed emotions. What in the world was he talking about? I could feel the entire camp's eyes on us.

"I don't know what you're on, my dude, but I'm not Percy Jackson. That guy's a legend around here. I got here last week. Take your monster army somewhere else," Jack said, trying to be strong, but I knew him well enough to know that he was terrified. He'd never even faced monsters before, and now he's getting singled out? I wanted to go back over to him, to hold his hand, tell him it would be okay, but I was frozen in place.

The cyclops chuckled heartily. "I have a gift for you, young hero," He rumbled, and gestured to a frail-looking old man that I recognized as Thoon from the giant war had just appeared beside him. Ice ran through my veins. Whatever this "gift" was, it couldn't be good.

Jack was dragged by an unseen force toward him. The old man smiled toothily, and placed a thumb on his forehead.

"My gift, demigod, is your memories back. Something even the fates wouldn't give," The cyclops boomed, and Jack started screaming. I knew that screaming all too well.

I saw his bones change, becoming taller and his hair turning to black. All the while, the Thoon and the cyclops laughing.

When the giant finally released Jack, or now, Percy, he just lay there, on the ground, breathing like he just ran two marathons. His eyes were squeezed shut; he was shaking. I can't imagine how painful it was.