Everybody cried. Even Coach Hedge. The whole ship seemed to hum low, in condolence to what happened. Because Percy wasn't asleep. Percy Jackson was dead. *images credited to Viria and Minuiko

Perseus Jackson is dead. He didn't die in battle. He wasn't killed during a quest. He didn't make the Gods so mad they killed them. His fatal flaw turned out to be actually fatal. But the Fates aren't through with him just yet. First he was the Gods pawn. But, now he belongs to the Fates. +++ Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides the plot. Rick Riordan owns all of it.

Percy then glanced toward Jason and said, "Guide us home, ok? You'll be the new leader now." Jason nodded and wiped tears from his glasses. Then Percy looked back towards Annabeth. "See you in Elysium Wise Girl." He whispered in a slightly audible tone. Then with a final sigh, his hand fell slack. The sparkle and life disappeared from his eyes. Moonlight shined against Percy's sickly pale face. But Percy Jackson, the twice savior of Olympus wasn't slumbering, Percy Jackson, was dead.