Percy Jackson Death

Epilogue

The funeral was nice and quiet, just like how Percy would've wanted it to be. The leaves rustled softly on the trees as a chilly zephyr swept across the grass, which were dancing with the wind. However, the tranquil wilderness seemed to be missing something, to be missing the thing that kept them together. If not of the gloomy and sad mood that had befallen all of the camp, it would have been a beautiful day. But after the shroud had been burned, and the rituals had been completed, Annabeth felt strangely better. Though she never completely recovered from her sadness and sorrow, her burden was lightened. She would no longer break down at the thought of Percy, but cherish the memories, because she was never going to forget him, the Seaweed Brain of his life. 

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