Okay! This will be my first, Semi-serious story. I suck at spelling and Grammer so sue me. Well not really, if you really

want to all you'll get is a laptop full of unfinished stories. Well here we go. Chapter one of the one-shot, 1095 Roses.

Warning: Major OOCness ahead. Rated T for charector death and Depressing themes.

Percy POV.

I was with her untill the final moment, in the final battle. I held her hand untill she drifted away. Even three years

later, I am still haunted with nightmares of her. I sighed and shook myself out of my stupor. It was nightime. And I

was about to go to sleep. I no longer reside at Camp, I moved away the day after the thing happened. I climbed up

the stairs to my bedroom. It was the same thing every night, I lay down and let the darkness consume me. The soft

whisper of the night, lulling me to sleep. Once again, my brain replayed the scene.

"Percy! Look out!" The voice belonging to my best friend rang out clear above the battle rukus. I quickly spun around

to see where she was at. To come face to face with Ethan. I kept my back away from him. I had a feeling he knew my

weekness. My own Achilles spot. "Hello Jackson. Time we finish this now. Kronos said to leave you for last, but well. I

just can't seem to wait." Ethan said a look of anger writen across his face. He sliced his dagger towards me, This I

counted on. He whistled, and I was surrounded. This I didn't count on. "Looks like it ends here." Ethan smirked. I

wasn't sure how I managed to kill them all. But I did. And a sickening realization startled me. I lost sight of Ethan.

"Percy move!" Annabeth said knocking me out the way. I landed on the concrete ground, and recovered my wits.

"You idiot!" Ethan yelled at Annabeth. Right now, I was furious. I wasn't thinking right. I lunged forward and began

attacking Ethan with all I had. Every strike he made, I defended. Every move he made, I saw. We fought, and he was

pretty good, untill he had fallen. I ran over to where Annabeth sat doubled over. "Annabeth!" I screamed. She looked

up at me, and smiled sadly. "Poisoned blade." She said no louder than a whisper. "It's okay! I'll get help!" I yelled

about to run off in search of anyone who could help. "No time. Im dying. Just stay with me." She then went into a

coughing fit. I looked on in horror. "Don't be stupid! Come on Annabeth!" I said trying to make her see that she would

live. That she would make it. I didn't want to admit it, but part of me knew she was right. Part of me knew, that she

was dying. "Percy. I never have been one for goodbyes...But there is something I need to say." She held out her hand

for me to take. Help was too far away. I shouldn't have followed Ethan. I wouldn't make it in time. So reluctantly, I

sat, and I listened. "I guess I didn't realize it untill too late. But I..I lo-ve you." She lowered her head. I was shocked.

She didn't need me to awnser, because she knew. And so did I. I held her hand, and she slowly drifted away. From

the battle. From Camp. And, from me. The light left her grey eyes, and her firm grip on my hand grew limp. She was

gone. And it was all my fault. I never have been that much of a cryer, but the tears escaped my eyes that

night. For those fallen in battle, and for my Annabeth. That evening, we burned Annabeths final shroud. The next day

Annabeth was burried. And I can safely assumed that Annabeth reached Elysium. She died a hero. She died, for me.

Three years ago. Thats how long it had been. As usual in the morning, I bombarded myself with, "What if's" and "If

only I had's". I dragged myself out of bed and slipped on some clothes. I started my usual morning walk to the store.

I layed my purchases on the check out stand. The check out man, who knew me by name smiled sadly at me. "The

usual Percy." He said. "Yup. You aready know." I smiled weakly at him. I grabbed my stuff and continued walking.

About five more minutes, and I'd be there. When I arrived, I walked through the large black iron gates. You guessed

it, a Cemetary. But not just any Cemetary, a special one for those who had fallen in battle. We used mist to convince

the humans it was something else. But We, knew what it was. A sighn of the destruction that had taken place and

lifes. As I approached..Her..Grave I pulled something out of a long paper bag. A single red rose. I laid it near her

headstone and smiled. Each day, for three years, I placed a Rose for her. This, was the 1,095th rose. You never

truthfully realize what you have, untill it is gone. And I have 1,095 roses to prove that point.

Ugh! Im sorry it's sooooo Corny! And the Battle scene is way to over-done. That and I suck at battle scenes. And the

Charectors are Majorly OOC and depressing. Oh well. Once again, accept my appologies, but I just had to post it. This

will probably be my one and only serious story..Good byeeee.