These deaths are both canon AND noncanon. I wanted to repeat that before people started saying this character and that character didn't die.

Fandoms: Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus and Kane Chronicles

(AN: THIS TAKES PLACE AFTER SON OF SOBEK; STAFF OF SERAPIS AND CROWN OF PTOLEMY NEVER HAPPENED. PERCY CALLED CARTER TO HELP IN THE BATTLE AGAINST GAEA)

Disclaimer: I own nothing

WARNINGS: character death, violence


Name: Carter Kane

DOB: June 17th, 1996

DOD: August 1st, 2012

Died defending Percy Jackson against Earthborn

Status: HERO


Heroes aren't meant to survive. All godlings knew that. More and more died each day; one may have been your brother or sister; one may have been your friend; one may have been your boy or girlfriend.

Carter Kane was brother, nephew, friend, boyfriend, and mentor. He was so many things, all of which were taken from people. Sadie's brother, stolen. Zia's boyfriend, stolen. Amos's nephew, stolen. Percy's friend, stolen.

The battle was in full swing. Monsters stomped over the ground, which shifted and fluctuated with Gaea's power. Demigods fell to the ground, tripping over corpses and slipping in blood or dying with a sword through their back. Anguished cries filled the air as loved ones were lost to the hate in this world.

Sometime during the battle, Leo defeated Gaea, but there was no time to celebrate or mourn their friend, who had surely died in the explosion. The army was still going strong, despite the loss of their mistress.

Carter Kane battled three dracnea at once. He'd been called by Percy right before the battle began to help; he'd come alone because he didn't want to get Sadie or the initiates involved in the presently unknown mission. Now, though, a small part of him wishes he had.

The dracnea fell, and telekines charged at him, forcing Carter to put his body through even more torture. He was exhausted, and some of his bones were surely broken, and he'd lost quite a lot of blood from numerous injuries. But the monsters wouldn't allow him a break, so he forged on.

The sun was high in the sky, making it around noon or one, when he heard the scream.

"PERCY!"

Annabeth was standing several feet from him, staring at something over his shoulder, her eyes horrified.

Carter turned and saw what she was staring at.

Percy Jackson, his comrade, his friend, his... almost brother (they'd become friends in the few hours before the battle, and in that short span of time, Carter adopted Percy as family), was lying on the blood soaked ground, dazed from a hard hit to the head. Some remaining earthborn loomed over him; one rose a sword.

"NO!" Annabeth wailed, but Carter was already running. He was the closest to Percy on the battlefield, less than the length of a football field away, and Carter had always been a good runner.

He stabbed three Earthborn until only one was left standing with the sword still poised to run his friend through; he didn't even seem to notice that his brothers had been turned to clay.

Carter dove in front of Percy and stabbed the earthborn, but he wasn't quick enough to stop the sword that raced toward him right before the monster became clay.

The sword pierced his chest, right below his heart.

Carter could only stare at the wound, which was narrow, but very deep and oozing several pints of blood a minute.

He fell to the ground, his blood mingling with that of his allies, the other demigods that had died or been injured and been taken to the Healing Field (the beach that was filled with the injured and the dead and the Apollo children trying desperately to save all they could). He had a feeling he wouldn't even make it the Field before he joined his father and mother.

"No!" Percy cried. He was sitting up, but his eyes were slightly glazed over and blood dripped out of a huge wound in his head.

Shaking Carter's arm, he dragged the boy into his lap, bawling his eyes out for the first time in a long time. The demigod that survived Tartarus was crying over the body of a kid he barely knew, and yet, still thought of as a brother.

"Carter," he whispered. "HELP!"

Annabeth came running, gutting any monsters that got close to the pair.

"Come on, Carter, you have to stay awake. "

Carter smiled, weakly. "You know that won't work, Percy. If I'm meant to die, I'll die. Simple as... as that."

"B-But you can't die! What about your friends and that sister you mentioned? What was her name again?"

"Sadie..."

"Yeah, yeah, Sadie needs you. You have to live. For her. If not for me or your friends or yourself, live for Sadie."

"Percy, there's a famous quote. Heroes aren't meant to survive. I know it; you know it. Don't deny that it... that it's true."

Percy didn't know how to respond because truthfully, he did know that it was true. After all, many people he knew had been killed or almost killed just by being a hero.

He didn't know what to do.

"Don't do anything," Carter whispered, as though he'd read his mind. "Everything will be okay."

Percy sniffled. "How do you know that?"

"Because we'll meet again someday. Just not too soon, okay?" (I know that Egypt and Greece had two entirely different Underworlds, but I thought that there's some overlap, so... yeah)

Percy smiled through his tears. "Okay."

"Goodbye, Percy. Take care of Sadie for me. Promise me that."

"I promise."

And then, Carter went still, his eyes wide and staring at the blue sky above their heads, smile still plastered upon his face.

There was a reason Poseidon was called the Earthshaker.

Percy Jackson wailed, years of pent up grief and hurt and guilt exploding out of him. The earth shook beneath his feet, quaking so hard, allies and enemies alike fell to the ground.

Demigods glanced around fearfully, terrified that Leo's sacrifice had been for nothing, that Gaea had not drifted back to sleep with the explosion.

But it wasn't the earth goddess. It was a grieving Percy Jackson that had finally been pushed too far.

"Annabeth," he growled, not even looking at her. "Stay with Carter's body. Kill any monster that comes near it."

She nodded, slightly afraid of her boyfriend.

The son of the sea god marched through the battlefield, stabbing every monster that was too stupid to stand their ground instead of turning tail and running when Percy came near them.

Demigods, sensing the danger they were in if they stayed where they were, raced to the edges of the battlefield.

It was a good thing, too.

The plumbing in any surviving buildings exploded. Long Island Sound rose high above the Healing Field. Any conscious demigods there stared in amazement.

The water crashed onto the battlefield, wiping out every single enemy. Some were killed by the force of the waves crashing against them; others drowned in the waters.

And just like that, it was gone. The water from the Sound flowed back to its original resting place, and Percy Jackson raised his sword high, gazing at the allies, who were completely unharmed.

He gazed at Carter's body, and eyes followed his gaze.

They didn't know Carter well, nor did they know just how close Carter and Percy had been, but they knew Percy was dangerously loyal.

"CARTER KANE!" He called, fighting back the tears that sprang to his eyes. "HERO OF OLYMPUS!"

The allies raised their swords as well and repeated the cry.

Percy stared at Carter.

"You will be remembered, Carter Kane," he whispered.


The funeral was a few days later.

It was a private funeral at a cemetery an equal distance from Camp Half Blood and Brooklyn House. Anubis/Walt and Nico were responsible for keeping mortals away from the graveyard that day, and they had some Underworld minions dig the grave.

Amos bought the casket, and Sadie used magic to create a burial shroud.

Several were giving speeches. Annabeth, Sadie, Amos, and Zia had already give theirs. It was Percy's turn.

"Some of Carter's last words to me were 'Heroes aren't meant to survive'. But he was wrong," Percy said. "Carter deserved a happy ending and so much more. I'm hell bent on living long enough to ensure that Carter is remembered. I will live long enough to tell stories of Carter and so many other heroes to my children and my grandchildren and possibly even my great grandchildren.

"They deserve that much. They will be remembered because heroes should be able to survive. They're just the unlucky ones that didn't, and since they can't tell their own story, we have to tell it for them."

Percy took out Riptide and turned it from a pen to a sword. He raised it to the heavens.

"Carter Kane!" He shouted. "Hero of Olympus and Egypt!"

They echoed the call, and Sadie used her wand to set off sparks.

The word HERO was scrawled across the sky.


This was kind of a dramatic chapter, but it didn't turn out bad. At least not in my opinion.

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