Chapter 1: Hurt.

Hi, another story I'm working on. This one will be short though. Only like 4-5 chapters plus the epilogue. It's a Pertemis story, Percy's depressed, and there will be suicide. Be warned. 1 fav = 1 prayer for Percy's soul. Jk I'm not a fav whore. I am proud that my other fic that I posted like 2 weeks ago has got over 100 favs and follows already though. Still, review and tell me what you think of this! I've got it all planned out this time, even the sequel! Yes, the sequel.

Percy x Artemis. Suicidal!Percy. Depressed!Percy.

Disclaimer - I do not own PJO or any of the songs in this fic. Rick Riordan owns PJO and whoever sung the songs own it.

Chapter 1: Hurt.

Percy's P.O.V.

"Percy! It's not what it looks like!"

Annabeth's shouts were lost to my ears as a rapid flurry of emotions coursed through me. Denial, sadness, anger, hate, depression, acceptance and more depression. I dropped the blue and gray wedding ring I was holding and looked at her. I smiled.

Just hide the tears with laughter.

I laughed, following that very advice. My friends always thought I was the cheerful, happy one of the group that always held his head high and charged into battle with courage and bravery.

How wrong they were.

I wasn't the fearless titan slayer they all thought I was. I was quite weak, and fragile. I pissed myself every time I heard the word Kronos or Gaia, and every time I ran into battle, all I'd be thinking is 'Please let me see another day.'

I'm not a warrior, not on the inside.

The blonde in front of me gasped at the sight of the beautiful ring on the ground, and tears flowed down her face. The man, none other than Hercules himself, smiled smugly at me from behind her. He had just made out with Annabeth, wanting to get back at me for being 'The Greatest Demigod Ever.'

Why do they think that? Because I ended the lives of some insane immortals? That doesn't deem me great, not in my opinion. It makes me a punisher. A murderer of bad people. It doesn't make me the bad guy, sure, but it does not make me the hero.

Annabeth cried even more, choking down sobs. "Percy... Please."

I smiled. My thoughts drifted to all those dreams of what we could have. A family, a life in New Rome, a happy ending.

Heroes don't get happy endings. Everyone I know goes away in the end.

We were all destined to die in horrible ways. Bianca, Zoe, Daedalus, Charlie, Silena, Luke, Damasen, Bob, and now Me. How the Fates are cruel.

I shook my head. "No, Annabeth. It's finally time, the Fates have decreed it. Goodbye." I whispered to my former girlfriend, before I sprinted off into the forest.

I exited the barrier and caught a cab, telling the driver to take me to the Empire State Building. I knew what had to be done. I was going to see the gods, and I was going to make a request.

-Time Skip-

The cab driver, Ranjit, informed me that we had arrived and I thanked him, paying my fee and hopping out. The New York air felt so refreshing at this, I have no idea why. Maybe it was because I knew that it would be some of the last air I ever breathed.

You know, the Empire State Building is one of the most popular spots in New York for ending it all, and I can see why.

I strode up to the man at the counter, my head held high. He looked at me, uninterested, and I simply stood there, not saying a word. The man studied me for a few seconds, trying to discern who the familiar man standing in front of him was. Then, his eyes widened and he fumbled for the keycard, apologizing profusely. I laughed without humor, and raised my arm in an 'it's okay, man.' gesture. The man smiled at me, and bid me good day. I smiled to myself as I walked to the elevator.

Some people in this world are okay.

The elevator took off, and Apollo's horrid music started playing. I fought the urge to not just pull out Riptide and impale myself right then and there. Seriously, how does the God of music have such bad taste in it?

Ten minutes of that junk later and I'd finally made it. The familiar ding of the 600th floor sounded, and the doors swung open, allowing me passage to the heavens.

That mile to the throne room was the longest mile of my life. I get what they mean when they say that the walk to the gallows is the same length as your lifetime. Every step I took, a wave of memories would flood my mind. It was as if I was reliving every single detail of my short life again. 18 years. 1 mile. And so much time.

I was running out of time.

The golden doors of the throne room swung open, and I strode in, still proudly but now with a more solemn and depressed look on my face.

At the sound of the doors, Zeus' face turned red with anger. "WHO DARES INTERRUPT A MEETING OF THE G- oh hey Percy, how are you doing?" Zeus' tone changed from furious to caring the second he saw me. Though he wasn't my favourite uncle, since that title belonged to Uncle Hades, he was still family, and as much as I hate to admit it, I would miss my Uncle Zeus.

My face remained stoic and uncaring. I felt as if I had just been diagnosed with an incurable disease, or issued a death sentence. As much as I hated it, there was nothing I could do, so I might as well go down with some dignity.

Nothing could break me, not even myself.

"I'm fine Uncle, for the most part. I just came to request an audience with Olympus, but I see you're in the middle of something. I can wait." I reassured him, and my father spoke up. "Percy, what do you mean 'For the most part'? Is something wrong?" My father was very concerned about me, he always had been. From the moment Zeus declared I was to be killed, all the way to my fight with Gaia, Dad had always worried for me.

He had much to worry about, I'll give him that.

"It can wait Dad, you all finish up." I said, slinking back into the shadows. Zeus held up a hand. "Nonsense, Perseus. Tell us what is wrong, we are listening." He said calmingly.

I really needed someone to listen to me, but not right now.

I shook my head. "Finish the meeting or I'll leave and you'll never know what it is I came here for." I half-pleaded, half-threatened. Zeus sighed, and reluctantly everyone continued to talk about Godly business. All the while I stood in the corner, watching with little interest.

Finally, no one had anything else to talk about and Zeus turned to me. "Now, Percy. What was it you came here for, child?" He asked fondly. For a second, I hesitated. Maybe people really did care for me? No, I've made up my mind, no looking back.

I stood in the middle of the throne room, and looked around at all the gods. For one agonizingly long moment, I was speechless. They all had such worried and concerned looks on their faces. Even the usually stoic and uncaring ones like Ares, Dionysus and Artemis looked at me with concern in their eyes.

Do they care for me? No.

I cleared my throat, and began to speak. "I… I am not a hero." This one sentence caused uproar in the palace. All the god's were shouting their disapproval at my words. "What are you talking about, Percy! You're the greatest hero we've ever had!" Dad yelled.

I shook my head. "No, I'm not." I laughed, still without humor. The gods all looked at me worriedly. "Perseus, are you… alright?" Hera asked me, her eyebrows furrowed in concern.

How ironic, the goddess that holds a hatred for demigods, is currently asking if a demigod is feeling alright.

I stayed smiling. "No. I'm not. And I haven't been for a long time now." I told them, and Hestia got off of her throne and walked to me.

"Take your time Percy. Tell us what's wrong." Her soothing voice whispered to me. Hestia wrapped her arms around me and rubbed small circles into my back. I smiled more.

"It… It started after the quest where we fought Atlas. When I looked back on that quest… at Bianca and Zoe, I realized I could've done more to save them, yet I didn't. They died because of me. I could've been the one to go inside of Talos, I could've taken Atlas' hit, I was close enough. I didn't thought, and the memories of their last words haunted me for weeks on end." I shuddered, taking a deep breath. Artemis looked at me with pity.

Hestia and the gods looked at me worriedly. "Percy, that wasn't your fault. You know that." Hestia said, looking right into my eyes. I shook my head at her. "No, it was. You all just view it from a different angle. Everyone does."

I sighed, continuing my story. "I… I became really depressed. Locking myself in my cabin for days on end, crying, cutting myself. It just wouldn't go away, I had to live with it. I couldn't go to anyone for help. No one would understand. It would've all just been a waste of time." I said, tears brimming my eyes.

Poseidon stood and came down to me, engulfing me in a hug along with Hestia. All of the Olympians looked at me with pity. Eventually, I calmed down and my father and aunt let go. "That cycle would continue every single day, and soon more quests came along. The labyrinth, the second Titan war, and then the second giant war."

I closed my eyes, horrible memories flooding back. "The Second Giant War was where things got really bad for me. When I regained my memories, I experienced everything again. Every single negative thought I'd ever experienced replayed inside my head. We got back to Camp Jupiter and…" I trailed off, choking on my words.

The gods looked at me worriedly. "And what, Percy?" Hermes asked, and I sucked up the courage to answer. "I… attempted suicide."

This sent everyone back into outburst. Shouting how stupid I was, asking what the Hell was wrong with me, etc. As they bombarded me with these shouts, my mind went into overdrive. I started hyperventilating, more and more negative thoughts coming to mind.

How stupid was I?

What the Hell is wrong with me?

I'm such a fuck-up.

I take the credit for dead people's achievements.

I deserve to go back to Tartarus.

I fell to my knees, sobbing. I was having an anxiety attack. I fell onto my side, pulling my legs up to my chest, tears dripping down the side of my face. My eyes scrunched closed, and I could faintly hear yelling coming from above me. That noise was soon drowned out by my thoughts.

A failure.

A disgrace.

That's what I am.

Someone pulled me onto my back, and I yelled at them. "NO! STOP!" I could faintly see someone waving their hand in front of my face, as many others crowded around me.

Percy.

Percy!

PERCY!

My eyes closed for a second, then they shot open as I bolted up, panting heavily. "W-what the fuck?" I asked, not really knowing what I was asking.

"Dude." I heard Apollo's voice. "You just had a major anxiety attack. Are you alright?" He asked me, concerned. All the other Olympians leaned in to hear my answer. I managed to choke out to them. "I-I'm fine. It's fine. It's all fine." I reassured them.

I wasn't fine.

It never was.

The Olympians nodded warily, and returned to their thrones. I stood up, alone in the middle. Clearing my throat, I continued.

"Anyway, as I was saying, I attempted suicide, by hanging. I finally gained the courage to do it, and I kicked the stool out from under me." I choked again.

"The Fates weren't done with me. They needed me for the prophecy. The second the rope took my weight, it snapped, making me fall to the ground and bust my kneecap." A few of the gods winced, imagining my pain. I laughed inwardly. "I didn't want anyone worrying, or anything like that, so I hit it. Only wearing long pants and jeans, rebandaging it everyday."

The Olympians again looked worried, and I continued. "Eventually, the wound healed, but the pain didn't, it only got worse. I started hurting myself even more, my anxiety attacks were becoming a daily occurence, yet no one seemed to notice. The only reason I didn't try killing myself again is because of Gaia and the Giants. I knew the Fates wanted me to stick around for that, so I did."

I smiled fondly as more and more memories replayed. "Then, of course, we defeated Gaia, and I was lost. I… I wasn't sure when the best time was to do it." Tears brimmed my eyes again. "Annabeth was really the only thing keeping me back. My friends had all but abandoned me, power and fame getting two their heads. Annabeth was always there for me, until…"

I trailed off again. The Olympians looked at each other with worry, before turning back to me. "Until what, nephew?" Zeus asked.

"Until she cheated on me with Hercules."

Athena stood up in anger. "YOU LIE! MY DAUGHTER WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING!" She accused me, and I shook my head still sobbing. "I swear every single word I've spoken so far is true." Thunder boomed in the distance, and Athena fell back into her chair, trying to process everything.

The gods looked even more sad now that they knew I wasn't kidding about the self harm and attempted suicide. "Percy, is there anything we can do to help?" My father asked me, and I nodded, smiling at him.

"Kill me."

Most of the gods shot to their feet, yelling their disapproval at my request. Zeus slammed his bolt on the ground, ceasing their bickering. He looked sadly at me. "Percy, I'm afraid I must deny your request. We cannot just kill you."

I nodded in understanding, and made to leave. Maybe the fall from Olympus would be enough to kill me.

"Wait!" I heard none other than Artemis call. I halted, and turned to her slowly. She had hurried off of her throne and over to Zeus, whispering in his ear. The king's eyes widened, and then it looked as if he was contemplating something. Finally, he looked at me.

"Percy, what if we were to give you another purpose. This time it won't be saving the world or anything, but you'll still be helping people." He explained, and I thought it over.

If I can't save myself, I might as well save others.

I nodded at him. "What is it?" I asked him, and Artemis stepped forward. "Perseus, as the only man I have ever respected in my life, I offer you the chance to be the Guardian of my hunt, a title which the Ancient Laws say only a male can hold. I'd have no other male take this position, so, would you?" She asked, hopefulness in her eyes.

I considered it. On one hand, I could possibly give up my genitals in order to protect some man-hating girls, or, I could jump off Olympus. I soon came up with my answer.

"I accept, my lady." I answered, and Artemis nodded at me. She shrunk down to human size and came to stand in front of me. I descended to one knee and Artemis placed her hand on my shoulder. The goddess began chanting in greek.

"Εγώ, η Άρτεμις, θεά του κυνηγιού και του φεγγαριού, παίρνω τον Περσέα Τζάκσον ως θεματοφύλακα των τομέων μου, των κυνηγών μου και εγώ. Έτσι είναι."

A warm feeling entered my shoulder and ran through my veins, and I felt a rush of power enter me. Standing up, I bowed to her and thanked her. Artemis nodded back at me. "Meet us at Yellowstone." She said, before flashing out.

Great, she was not going to make this easy for me.

-Time Skip-

Well, I was right. She did not make this whole 'Guardian' thing easy for me, strange considering she's the one who asked me to do it.

Ever since I came here, I've been hated by everyone. They all bully me, 'prank' me, and force their chores upon me. It seems that the hunters did not take the news of their Guardian being male very lightly.

Artemis gave the hunters permission to make my life here a living Hell, so there's that. The second I got here, she announced that I would take on all the chores and I would do them well, or else.

The chores were easy enough, when the hunters weren't interfering.

You see, as I said before, Artemis gave the hunters permission to do whatever they want with me, but she forgot to specify what the limit was. That meant that they could pull off any pranks they wish with me, no matter how dangerous they are.

I've been flung off cliffs, impaled, burnt, scarred, drowned and more all for the hunters' entertainment. I'm fucking sick of it. I'm going to visit Artemis today and get her to tell the hunters to knock it off. I'm not sure if the beautiful goddess will listen to me, thought.

WOAH, did I really just say that?

Okay, something I forgot to mention: A few months ago I realized I had a slight, huge crush on Artemis… I know, crazy.

I hadn't revealed it, for fear of castration, but I knew I wanted to sometime. Anyway, back to the topic at hand.

I approach Artemis' tent and call out for her. "Lady Artemis, may I speak with you for a moment?"

Silence

Then I heard a faint "Come in." I did so, and looked at the goddess sitting on her bed. "Lady Artemis, we need to talk." I said. She put down her book and looked up at me. "What do you want, Perseus?" She snapped.

Yikes, someone's in a bad mood.

I furrowed my eyebrows in concern. "Are you alright, milady?" I asked her. I wanted her to be alright, I was her guardian after all. She narrowed her eyes at me. "I'm fine." She gritted through her teeth.

I slumped my shoulders. "Okay, I'll come back later then." I made to leave, but was cut off by her voice. "No, you've already wasted my time. Just say what you were going to." She sighed, and crossed her arms impatiently.

I gulped. "I, um, the Hunters, they, uh, I-" I stuttered, but was cut off by Artemis. "For gods' sake, Perseus. Spit it out!" She snapped, and I cleared my throat.

"The Hunters have been… bullying me. They beat me, call me names, 'prank me', though I'm not sure I can call it that." I explained, and Artemis glared at me. "So, you can't take a bit of name calling? Pathetic. I expected no less from a male." She spat, and I flinched visibly.

"Milady, it's not just that. Some of these 'pranks' they're pulling on me are getting really dangerous. Thalia's the only one that's not trying to kill me." I told her, then starting to repeat what I've just told you.

"I've been flung off cliffs, impaled, burnt, scarred, drow-" Artemis cut me off again. "You're weak, Perseus. You come to me instead of fighting your own battles. What happened to the so-called 'Hero of Olympus'?" She taunted. I fought back tears that threatened to spill.

"I-I just t-though that you'd b-be able to help." I told her meekly. She glared. "Why, why would you, a male, go to me, the man-hating goddess, for help. It defies all logic, it's stupid, only an idiot woul-" This time I cut her off.

"Because I like you!"

Artemis froze, then glared at me. "What. Did. You. Say." She said each word slowly. I cowered under her gaze, but pressed on.

"I like you Artemis. Not as a leader, not as a friend, but I like like you. I know you probably don't reciprocate those feelings, but I just wanted you to know." I told her quietly, and she was silent for a moment. I was actually hopeful for a bit, until she said those devastating words.

"Get out."

I nodded, what else did I expect? She's the man-hating goddess. I exited the tent as a crushed pile of sorrow.

Seriously, what else could I expect?

Artemis P.O.V.

-Time Skip-

The next day came quickly, and my had been plagued with him, confessing his love to me. I fought the urge to cry. I loved him too, even I could admit that, yet my pride got the better of me when I kicked him out of my tent.

I got up, and went through my normal duties. Changing my clothes, brushing my hair, and heading off to the dining tent.

When I got there, I found the hunters all sitting there expectantly, yet no food. I figured Perseus was on strike after yesterday, so I sighed and turned to Thalia. "Could you please go and get him?" I asked her, and she nodded happily, running off to Perseus' tent.

-3 Minutes Later-

"HOW COULD YOU ALL!?"

Thalia's yell almost threw me out of my chair as I looked fearfully at the daughter of Zeus. Angry tears streaked from her eyes as she glared at us all, particularly me. I gulped. "What are you talking about, Thalia? Where is Perseus?" I asked her.

She glared at me. "He is gone. His tent was left untouched, so were his belongings. All I found was this note." She said, wiping her tears and handing me the note.

I read it out loud to the Hunters.

To Artemis and the Hunters

I regret to inform you of my failure to your cause and to give you this letter of resignation. I can't handle it anymore. The beatings, the name calling, the attempts on my life, and not being able to do anything about it due to my being your guardian. I tried to approach Lady Artemis about this, but was met with hostility and shame. I'm sorry I don't live up to your standards.

I have also failed your code, and have fallen in love, with one of you no less. Yes, I am of course talking about none other than Lady Artemis. I did indeed inform her about this, but alas, she does not reciprocate these feelings. I was told to leave, and even though I know you meant from your tent, I'm going to take it one step further and leave the Hunt. For good.

You won't find me, I'll be long gone by the time you all wake up. Lately, due to the bullying, my depression has come back three times what it was before, and it's just become too much. I won't go to the gods this time, since I know they'll just turn me down again. So, I'm gonna go out my way.

I'm heading to (Or in) Alaska, where you won't reach me. I will find a cave to be my tomb, I will say my last goodbyes, then I will finally leave this wretched world. Don't worry, this won't be the last you'll see of me. At 12:00 AM tomorrow (Today for you), I will Iris message Olympus to say goodbye for good.

I'm sorry that I wasn't what you wanted me to be. I'm sorry I was such a failure. I'm sorry for loving you, Artemis. I'm sorry for failing you all.

Sincerely,

Perseus, [Former] Guardian of the Hunt, Son of Poseidon, Twice Hero of Olympus, Slayer of Kronos and Gaia, Bane of All Monsters, A Failure.

Tears sprung from my eyes as I finished reading the letter Perseus had left us.

What had we done?

-Time Skip-

Everyone was in panic mode on Olympus, and by everyone, I mean everyone. The Olympians, the minor gods, the Greek demigods, the Roman demigods, the Satyrs and Nymphs, the Hunters, and even me.

After we'd read the note again, the Hunters and I came to Olympus and told Zeus of the situation. He immediately called everyone to Olympus and here we are 3 hours later, at 11:45, waiting for Percy's transmission.

"What if he doesn't message us? What if he just does it without saying goodbye?" Demeter asked with tears in her eyes.

"What if the doesn't do it at all, and he just wanted to mess with us?" Ares asked, though you could hear the worry in his voice. Most of us glared at him.

Most of us were crying, none more so than Poseidon and Hestia. The former was understandable since Percy was his favourite son, and seeing him like this destroyed the sea god. Hestia, well, she had basically become Percy's godly mother in his time with the Greeks. She cared for him as if he were her own son.

Her own son that killed himself at 18 years old.

15 minutes later, Iris' eyes widen, and she panics. "It's Perseus! He's trying to call us!" She frantically exclaims. All of us turn our heads to her and scream for her to open the message, she does so, and instead of a window appearing like normal, the whole center of the room suddenly morphs.

The rest of us back up, just as shapes start to from in the image. Finally, things stop shifting, and the ground around the area has turned to stone. A stone bed lays near the end of it, cold and uninviting. That wasn't what caught our eyes though, it was the now recognizable shape of none other than Percy.

He looked worn down, he didn't wear an orange Camp Half-Blood shirt and jeans like he used to. He now wore a long black trench coat, with black pants and dirty black boots. He had a scar over his left eye, and blood was seeping through his coat. His black hair was messy and unruly, and in his right hand he held a bottle of whiskey.

"Percy!" Hestia shouted, running off of her throne and towards Perseus' image. Instead of crushing him in a hug like we expected, she simply ran right through him and the stone bed behind him. She turned around to face the illusion, tears running down her cheeks. "Percy…" She sobbed, looking at him.

He simply smiled, and took a swig of his drink. "I'm sorry, Aunt. I'm sorry it had to be this way, me leaving without one last hug. I'm sorry." He looked sadly at the ground, slightly ashamed. Hestia shook her head, looking at him. "Percy, I'm not upset because I can't hug you, I'm upset because of this." She said, gesturing to the scene.

Percy shook her head. "It must be done. Please, sit back down." He gestured to her throne, and she begrudgingly sat back down.

Percy's P.O.V.

I sat on the stone bed and sighed. "Well, I suppose you want to know why I'm doing this. Actually, scratch that. My note and that meeting we had a while back pretty much sums it all up. Okay, goodbyes. Who wants to go first?" I asked, looking out at them all.

So many come here to watch me die. Even my former friends.

Dad choked on a sob. "Why Percy? We can help you. This isn't your only option. We are here for you." He reasoned, all of the others nodding in agreement.

I sighed, covering my mouth in a thinking motion. "I honestly don't who I'm mad at more. Me, for not telling you all and getting the help I needed when I could, or you guys for not noticing my suffering sooner. Probably the first one. Yeah, definitely the first one. I can't really blame you guys, can I?" I laughed, and took another sip.

It was true, I missed my opportunity.

Nico stepped forward. "Please Percy, don't do this. Death isn't the answer. Please come back to us. I've already lost my sister, I can't lose my brother too." I chuckled to myself. Nico was one of the few campers that remained a true friend to me through this all. I truly thought of him as my little brother, and had even admitted that to him once. It was the happiest I've ever seen him since before Bianca's death. It hurt me to see my little brother upset.

Sometimes I wonder what he'd be like if Bianca was still around.

I shook my head. "I'm sorry Neeks, I really am. Still, it must be done." I told him, and the tears burst from his eyes.

I looked out at them all, and decided that this was not going how I planned. Time for plan B.

I stood up, and walked into the center of the cave/room. "I'm going to perform for you. I'm going to sing a song that I feel is appropriate for the situation. Then, I will say my last goodbyes." I said, and ignored the shouts of protest.

I walked out of the image, scaring them all for a second, before I returned with an acoustic guitar in my hands. "I'm shit at playing this, by the way. Just thought you should know." I said as I sat back down on my eternal bed.

I strummed a few notes, and began to sing to my family.

"I hurt myself today

To see if I still feel

I focus on the pain

The only thing that's real

The needle tears a hole

The old familiar sting

Try to kill it all away

But I remember everything

What have I become

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know

Goes away in the end

And you could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns

Upon my liar's chair

Full of broken thoughts

I cannot repair

Beneath the stains of time

The feelings disappear

You are someone else

I am still right here

What have I become

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know

Goes away in the end

And you could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

If I could start again

A million miles away

I will keep myself

I would find a way."

I finished with a few more strums, and looked up at them all. No one hadn't shed a tear, not even Ares or Hephaestus. I smiled reassuringly at them, and took another drink. I stood up quickly, making some jump. I cleared my throat.

"Now, my last goodbyes." I began, and then went through everyone.

"To the gods, including the Olympians. I never really knew most of you that well, aside from Dad, Hestia and Artemis of course. Still, you guys never let me catch a break, did ya? It's alright though, no hard feelings. Still, could you guys think next time before pissing off a being more powerful than yourselves? Anyway, I've left you all gifts, which you will find upon going back to your homes after this. No guarantee you'll find any use out of them though." I smiled at each of them.

"To the demigods, both Roman and Greek. I spent my fair share of time at both camps, and from the vibes I got after returning each time, I can tell you guys really need to learn to get along. Please, for me? Try doing monthly visits to each camp or something, friendly games of Capture the Flag or something? At least try." Reyna and Clarisse nodded, eyeing each other wearily.

"To the Hunters, I'm sorry, for everything." I left it short, and most of them, including Artemis, Thalia and Phoebe, burst into tears.

"Now, for the personal stuff. To Tyson, my brother. Congrats buddy, you made it to Commander. I'm proud of you, you know that. I remember the first hug you ever gave me, back when I was 13. It almost broke my spine." I laughed, and the big hunk of cuddles standing my Poseidon became a sobbing mess, his only comfort being Poseidon's hand on his shoulder and Ella's hug.

"To Grover. You were my first friend. Not even my first Greek friend, just my first friend in general. You were there watching over me for years, protecting me. I don't know how I can ever thank you. If it weren't for you, I'd probably be dead by 5. Also, congrats on the engagement, my best wishes for you two and the baby." I said, the last part gesturing to both Grover and his pregnant fiance Juniper.

"To Thalia. My little sis. Well, kind of, anyway. Remember that quest where we met Nico and Bianca, where you freaked out at me for running off to fight Thorn on my own? I do, and I was mad at you for being so controlling. Now I realize you were just worried for me, and if I were in your situation, I would be pissed at my little sis for running off and almost dying. Love you airhead." Thalia buried her face into Artemis' shoulder, crying her eyes out.

"To Nico. I remember when you used to hate me with every fibre of your being. Back when you wanted me dead for Bianca, and you were planning on killing me to get satisfaction. You know what I also remember, just two weeks earlier? I cheerful little brother, running around ecstatically and playing with his sister. Now all I see is a little emo who broods over his older sister's death and hardly talks to his younger one. Why can't we have the old Nico back. The carefree Mythomagic champion. Where has he gone? Can he come back? Please? You're my little brother, I want to see you happy. Love you, Death Breath." Nico smiled, choking up at the mention of Bianca.

"To my friends, or former friends rather. What happened to you guys. What happened to the crew of demigods that sailed across the vast ocean to stop Gaia. The crew that fought Giants at the base of Olympus, and slayed monsters from every corner of the earth. What happened to the brave Jason, the beautiful Piper, the witty Leo, the kind Frank and the caring Hazel that I knew?" I asked them, and Piper and Hazel cried harder than before.

"To Annabeth. Have fun with Heracles." I kept it short, and the daughter of Athena bowed her head in shame.

"To Hestia. Thank you for being there for me when I couldn't go to my mother. You were always like a mother to me, and I'm sorry I had to make you so very sad. Whenever you feel down, just think of me, and I'll send you happy thoughts. I love you Mom." I said, and Hestia burst into tears. Both sad because of my goodbye, and happy because I called her Mom.

"To Dad. I know we don't have the best Father/Son relationship, but I'm happy with what I got. You are a great father to me. Also, I see the way you and Athena look at each other. The sexual tension between you two is hilarious. Go get 'em tiger." I laughed at the end as both Poseidon and Athena blushed furiously.

"To Artemis, I love you. I always will, no matter if you reciprocate my feelings or not." I admitted in front of everyone, causing them all to gasp. What made me smile though, was Artemis closing her eyes, smiling, and whispering. "I love you too, Percy." Now that, that made my day.

"Finally, to Mom. I know you're down in the mortal world, and you can't hear me, but I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for giving birth to me. Thank you for raising me to be like I am today. Thank you for putting up with that abusive pig Gabe just to protect me. Thank you, for everything. I love you." I finished, and Poseidon choked out. "I'll tell her Percy, don't worry."

Nodding gratefully at him, I turned to everybody else. "You know, the prophecy still isn't complete." I said, staring at Apollo. Zeus spoke up, confused. "What are you talking about, Percy? You killed Kronos and Gaia." He said confused, and Apollo answered.

"He's right, the first great prophecy isn't complete. I've known for a while, but didn't want to say anything. The line that isn't complete, it's Hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap." Many people gasped as they realized what that meant. Athena turned to me, shocked. "No…"

I nodded, and pulled out Riptide. "Cursed blade… Riptide must reap my soul." I told them, and Thalia screamed. "NO PERCY!"

Too late.

"Goodbye everyone, smile for me." I said, before plunging the sword into my gut.

I heard screams, and cries. I couldn't see them though, I just looked at the blood.

So much blood.

Lying down on my stone bed, blood pouring down either sides of me, I smiled one last time, and shut my eyes for one last time.

Did they smile?

HOLY CRAP THAT'S A LONG CHAPTER. Well, for me anyways. Next chapter will be in the future, and is gonna feature three OCs. I want you guys to make up these OCs. Here are my conditions.

Two of them need to be siblings. (Maybe Hades kids?)

One has to be a son/daughter of Poseidon.

The child of Poseidon and one of the siblings have to end up together.

The other one has to be gay/lesbian.

They need to be powerful demigods, no weaklings or gods/satyrs.

So yeah, just message me names, parents, weapons, looks etc. dont review your answers, but still review and tell me how you liked it! I look forward to your entries.

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