Disclaimer: I don't own the Percy Jackson Characters.

This story is set after the War with the Titans. The Gods lose. Percy died. Apollo is now Kronos' errand person because he helped Kronos. Apollo looks back on the War with the Titans, wondering what could have happened. One-shot.

Apollo's POV:

Over 500 years have past since the War had ended.

I can still remember exactly what happened.

Athena always told me to do what seems immpossible. Well, I tryed. I tryed and look what happened. We lost the War. It was all my fault.

I had meant to help. I really had. I could have killed Kronos, sort of. I was within stricking distance of him.

He took over my mind. I had no chance.

Kronos knew that I was going to try and help Percy. So, Kronos took over my mind and made me kill Percy.

I saw the reactions of the Demigods and my family. My family. The one I grew up knowing.

Kronos decided that me killing Percy wasn't enough. He had me fire my bow and arrow at Artemis.

My sister. My little sister. The one I would never hurt under any circumstances. And I hurt her.

There are times when I wish I could kill myself. Every time I think of my family is one of those times.

The morning I killed Percy, my sister and I had been joking around. It had been foolish.

I should have told my family how much I cared about them before we fought Kronos. That I would never hurt them. But I didn't. Maybe if I did they wouldn't have been so mad at me.

The expressions on their faces are what I remember the most.

Posiedon was angery. Angery at me for killing his son. He probally knew I was going to help.

Athena was shocked. Shocked that I would do such a thing. I always loved her. If I could have, I would have married her. Or at least asked her to marry me.

Hera glared at me. I think she was mad and happy at the same time. For once, one of her brother's children was going to get punished, if they won. Mad because she knew that there was no chance that they were going to win.

Hermes just stared at me. I don't understand what he was feeling. Before the battle, you couldn't get him to talk. He was angery because we would have to kill his 'son.' He was mad at his son for bringing back Kronos. After I killed Percy, I think he might have been happy that I didn't kill Luke/Kronos. I think he was also mad at me for causing the Titans to win.

Ares wasn't even looking at me. He was looking at Percy. Just looking, not doing anything else. I guess he was... I don't know really.

I think the 2 that hurt me the most were Artemis and Father.

I had always tried to get my Father to recognize me. The only times he ever did that was when I did something bad. Or when one of my kids were bothering one of the Gods.

Zeus was mad. At me. I could tell I was heading straight for Tartarus next time he was in power. If he ever got in power again. I was in Tartarus once before. The only reason I got out was because Mother Earth reminded him of the love we once all shared.

Artemis was just like Ares. I couldn't tell what she was feeling. But I do know one thing. Whatever it was, it wasn't good.

Now, I have to live with those memories. Forever.

This story is really sad. I'm not that good of a writer, so please, no Flames. Please Review.