Percy is a Shadowhunter. One of the best, here at the New York Institute. He has friends, but no one too close, not after everything. He focuses on training and killing Demons. What he was born for. Annabeth is a Shadowhunter. One of the best, formally from California. Something changes and she has to move to New York. (Has the Shadowhunter characters, but only briefly. This story isn't about them. It's about how our favorite demigods would have faired in a world so different, but so similar, to their own. This takes place before the Shadowhunter's series starts. Just because I don't want to get messy with plot lines and things.)

Coming back home should've been Percy's dream come true, after all it meant he'd lived through his second war and he was finally getting a chance to live a normal life, right? Oh, how he wished it were that easy. There's a part that's never told about heroes and legends, it's the part that's easiest to hide because everyone so desperately wants to avoid and forget, and Percy knows just why. It's the part that no one will talk about in broad daylight, but they'll whisper around in dark corners and conversations on the phone. It's the part that completely takes over when it's 4:00 am, and you cant's sleep. It's the part that makes you wish there'd been a different ending to the same story. That's the part that Percy hadn't quite paid attention to when he'd decided to come back home. A short fic about what happens to our favorite hero, once everything is over. ~darkPercy