Percy and Annabeth lived long, happy lives, but now that's over. They died within seconds of each other, and when the enter the Land of the Dead a surprise awaits them. They have already lived the three lives that must be lived to reach the Isles of the Blest, and they were together in all of them. Now they have to chose which life to remember and which lives to forget. The problem? They can't talk to each other to chose, and they both fear that they will chose the wrong life, so that they each come from two different times, ultimately ending in heartbreak for the both of them. Can they chose the right lives to live, or will they forever remain broken in paradise? Two possibly three-shot.
Disclaimer.
I do not, and have not ever, owned Percy, Annabeth, Greek mythology, or almost anything else in this story. I only own the plot, and Percy and Annabeth's former lives.
This is my first story on here, but I accept any and all reviews! I just want to know if I'm any good. so please, please, please review!
Flames will be used to cook my dinner, of course.
We begin with Annabeth.
I held Percy's hand in mine, looking at the picture of our three children, all grown up now, with children of their own, also grown up. A small tear reaches my eyes, and Percy's other hand reaches up to wipe it away. His wrinkled hand shocks me, as I still can not accept the fact that we survived so long together. Now both in our early nineties, we know we could only survive so much longer. I smile and lean against him. We fall asleep like that, looking at each other lovingly, unaware that it will be the last thing we ever see. Then we die quietly in our sleep.
Ακριβώς ένα απλό διακόπτη γραμμής. Μην μου το μυαλό. Ακόμα κι αν είμαι Ελληνίδα. Αναρωτιέμαι αν κάποιος θα πάρει ακόμα το χρόνο να μου μεταφράσει; Είμαι αρκετά δροσερό αναζητούν δεν είναι εγώ;
Percy and I held hands as we stepped into the elevator on our way to the Land of the Dead. I was young looking again, around nineteen, as was my Seaweed Brain.
I wasn't scared, we'd lived hero's lives. I mean, we'd saved the world several times. The only worry I had originated from our first quest, where we had broken into the Land of the Dead, only to escape again. Hopefully Hades didn't hold a grudge against us.
Slowly Charon's boat landed on the bank, Percy and I were immediately met by guards who cleared a path through the judgment line for us. I was surprised, not thinking that we would receive such a warm welcome.
We reached the judgment tent just as quickly as the ghost guards had surrounded us, and found Hades himself attending this trial. Many attendant ghosts milled around, and the three gold masked judges were there. I looked at my husband before drifting slightly away, knowing he would be first.
"Perseus Jackson son of Poseidon, Hero of Olympus..." Hades continued on through his entire title, which was so long it made my head spin, waving his hand in the air at the theatrics of it all, "You are under trial for you life's actions."
Slowly one of the main attendants listed off everything Seaweed Brain had ever done, well the things that really mattered. Then Hades discussed Percy's life quickly and quietly with the judges.
"Percy Jackson, for your great courage, sacrifice, and what not you have been awarded Elysium, but, " Hades said, and my heart chilled, what could Percy have done to destroy his record? "You have already lived two other lives and reached the same fate. You have been awarded Isles of the Blest. You are dismissed to chose the life you want to keep."
I wanted to cry, sigh in relief, and smile all at the same time. There was almost no chance that I had already lived all three of my lives two, but Percy wasn't in trouble he was better off than before, and if Percy had been rewarded Elysium in the beginning I was likely to get that two.
The ghost guards lead Percy away to chose his life, and I waited for my trial to begin.
"Annabeth Chase, Daughter of Athena, Finder of the Athena Parthenos.." He continued on with my name, though by now I was having trouble focusing. I drifted forwards as I was quite certain I should, and tried not to fidget, worry starting to seep back into my mind.
Finally Hades finished my title, which had been just as long as Percy's, and the main attendant begin to count of the points in my life. So many of them could count against me, but hopefully the good ones would over power the bad.
The three judges turned to confer with Hades, and I noticed just how long our trials were taking. I just wanted to see Percy again, and I needed to know if he was going to stay Percy, and not become someone else, forgetting the he ever loved me.
"Annabeth Chase, you have been awarded Elysium, but you also have already lived three lives. You have Isles of the Blest." Hades glared at me, and turned to leave, heading for his castle, no doubt.
The ghost guards returned, this time leading my away. We reached a small room with an even smaller table that held three cups, A young woman, who almost looked alive crouched in a corner, waiting as the guards threw me in.
The woman sprang to her feet the second the ghosts disappeared and looked me up and down, "Annabeth Chase." She said reaching towards me, and touching my forehead. I jerked back, and she spun around to pick up a small vial of silvery, something. Quickly the woman turned back and flashed her hand forwards. A small paint brush, with a bit of the silver something on it brushed across the side of my face, and I doubled over in pain.
Images exploded in my brain, multiplying and shifting, building up two other lives in my head. I tried to scream, but I seemed to have lost the possibility to speak, really to even think. I felt my legs go limp, giving out from under me, and my head banged against the ground, hard. I tried to groan, even whimper, just to make a sound, but nothing happened, the images just continued to appear, leaving a splitting headache in the wake.
Finally the rush slowed, and I was able to sit up, my head still spinning from banging against the ground, which I now noticed was hard granite.
"You are to review your three lives, then choose the one you wish to keep, each cup has a name inscribed on it drink the one with your chosen live's name on it. I must leave now, I have more memories to gather from souls leaving for a new life." The woman, who I was now certain was a goddess, even if she was a minor one left, then twirled away caring her brush and jar.
I looked closely at the cups, sorting through my memories, the part of me controlling my body was still Annabeth, and I longed to drain the cup with that name on it, but I had to hear the other parts of me out.
Two people, no more like shades, no, they were even less there than shades, appeared at the back of the room. A short blond, looking almost exactly like me stepped forwards first, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
"I'm Grace, daughter of Aphrodite, and our first life." she smirked twirling one of her blond curls around her finger, her eyes flashing between colors, the only feature we didn't share. She obviously thought she was better than me, and the she would be picked over any one. "I died defending an injured boyfriend, Peter."
The other girl stepped forwards, her hair long, and ruffled, obviously going uncut for months. "My name is Idola, daughter of Apollo, I am our second life." the girl was no older than twelve, with wild scared eyes that matched mine. She was thin, almost sickly, and didn't seem to think her life mattered at all, "I died running for my life, with my best friend, I think we would have been more, had we not both died."
I found their memories in my head, and as I looked at Peter, and the Idola's friend, whose name was Thomas, I found something comforting, and worrying at the same time. Peter and Thomas shared a likeness to Percy, just as I shared a likeness to Grace and Idola. I shivered, knowing that these two boys were Percy's first lives, and that I had known and loved my Seaweed Brain in every life.
Both of their memories stretched out before me, and I knew we would have the worst time deciding which life to keep.
The three of us drew close together, and I found that they grew stronger as they grew closer to me.
"I am Annabeth Chase, and I died at ninety years, after spending most of them with my husband. We saved the world several times together. " I didn't want to boast, but I had to tell them why I needed to survive. I looked through their memories again, and I could see that Percy would lean towards the life where he had me. We had more time together, Idola wasn't even sure if she would get together with Thomas, Grace was as wishy washy as any normal daughter of Aphrodite. Percy and I had made it past that, phase where we weren't certain of each other, neither of the other two had.
"I think I need this more than any of you, " Grace declared, "I mean, I was dating him, then we died, Idola probably won't ever get together with Thomas, and you Annabeth, do realize we can hear your thoughts, and see your memories? I know you and Percy have come to the end of your time together, you'll just end up repeating yourselves forever." Grace said, flipping her hair while twirling a strand.
"I don't deserve this like both of you do," Idola said looking at the ground, "I shouldn't have even gotten Elysium. It was Thomas who deserved it, I was lucky he could pull for me to be given Paradise two."
I wanted to reach over and pat her on the back, but I figured that would only make it worse for her.
"We'll vote on who is to keep their memories and who is to give up their memories for the other." I said looking at Idola as I said this, "Everyone gets two votes, you can't vote for yourself twice, and whoever has the most votes will stay."
I cast my votes for Idola and myself, because she deserved to see her Thomas again, and I was scared Percy would chose himself and be heartbroken when I wasn't there.
I counted the votes and looked at Idola and Grace who worried over who won.
I told them who it was, and stood up, walking over to the table, and picked up the cup. Grace sprang to her feet, trying to stop me, and I swallowed all the liquid in the cup that matched our votes.
Then my vision fractured, everything shattered, and I felt like I was falling into the pits of Tartarus again, this time without Percy.
Okay so this is a two-shot, (possibly three-shot depending on how long Percy's point of view becomes.) because I want to leave myself open to suggestions. I'm not completely sure who actually won the vote at the end of this, so if you want you can try to persuade me to chose a certain one. I'm also not sure who Percy will chose, though I do have an idea of who both will be if no one cares enough to tell me which ones they like the most. Anyways, like I said above this is my first story so I would love it someone told me if it was any good or not, and if the could tell me how to make it better that would be wondrous!
Best Wishes, Goddess of Myths.
P.S. I don't have a beta right now, so if you would like to beta for me just tell me!