A/N: Hi! This is my first ever fanfiction on Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and I'm very excited about it. Basically, this fanfiction is about what I think would have happened had Percy died in the Last Olympian. :-(
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and his amazing demigod friends, nor do I own the gods and goddesses of Olympus. It's all Ancient Greece and Rick Riordan.
The war had just ended. Ethan Nakamura had just stabbed Luke in his Achilles' heel. I still don't know how or why he did it, but all I knew was that I was grateful to him. It meant that Percy didn't have to die. Speaking of Percy, where is he? I haven't seen him since we split up during the battle. I have to go tell him that we won. I probably should also tell him happy birthday and that I love him. Yes, it's true. Don't think you didn't see this coming. I love Percy Jackson, and I know that no matter how he feels, nothing will change that.
I begin my search for the Seaweed Brain, and I go outside to the exterior of Olympus. I see several people crying, and Clarisse was sitting next to the covered up body of Silena Beauregard, along with half of the Aphrodite cabin and Aphrodite herself. That was when I noticed the big commotion at the entrance of Olympus. People were standing around in a circle. Some were crying, and others were so shocked that they didn't know what to do. I figured that some of them had seen Percy. Travis Stoll walked out from the group, tears streaming down his face. I walked up to him smiling. "Hey, Travis!" I began excitedly. "Have you seen Percy?" He looked at me solemnly. What had happened that made Travis, prank extraordinaire, look solemn? "Travis, what's wrong? What happened?" I asked worriedly now.
"You should come with me, Annabeth." He said quietly. He then proceeded to grab my arm and pull me toward the group. As we were pushing our way through the group toward the middle, I began speaking again.
"Travis, once we're done here, could you tell me where-" was as far as I got, before the smile on my face disappeared. We had reached the middle of the circle, and in the middle was a site I'd never wanted to see. Percy Jackson, his hair in tangles, was limp on the ground with an arrow sticking from the small of his back, his Achilles' heel. I could subconsciously feel my hand cover my mouth and tears began to roll down my face. I ran toward him, though everyone tried to hold me back, and knelt in front of his cold, lifeless body. "No." I whispered as Travis knelt down next to me, picking me up by my shoulders and handing me to my half-brother, Malcolm, whom I hugged and cried on. He was dead. Percy, my Percy, was dead. I couldn't believe it. I never got to say goodbye. I never got to tell him that I love him. I couldn't believe it. He was dead…
A/N: And that is it. I will be making another chapter about the funeral, where Annabeth and a few other people will make a speech. Please vote on who you think should also make a speech out of the following people:
Choose three out of those 12 to make speeches. I will be counting the votestomorrow at 6:30 pm, so any vote placed after that will not be counted. Thank you! Review please.