My Last Dying Wish
Written: April 7th 2012
By: The-Flying-Purple-People-Eater
A/N: This is my first ever fanfic. Criticism and advice are welcome. And so is candy but I don't think you can give me any, so...
Thalia's POV:
The demigods had won; the Giants and the Titans were back in Tartarus where they belonged. All around, Gods and demigods were celebrating their triumph, but not a certain daughter of Athena.
"Come on Annie, we better start cleaning this stuff out. It won't do us any good to dwell on the past. What do you think that Kelp-Headed cousin of mine would say if he saw you right now?" I said, trying my best to look comforting to my old friend, but it didn't seem to be working. Everyone else had already tried to help Annabeth, and I was literally the last hope to help her move on. Lady Artemis even gave me special permission to leave the Hunt for a week to help her.
But what does she need help with? It's actually very simple. You see, her Seaweed Brain, Percy Jackson, my idiotic cousin, died to save her life.
Currently, everyone was trying to help her clear out Percy's stuff from his cabin, but they weren't fairing to well as they too were mourning the loss of the Savior of Olympus.
I had found her sitting in Cabin 3, curled up in what I guessed was Percy's bed.
I tried again, "You can't hide from the world, Annie. Percy wouldn't want to see you like this."
The last one must have struck a chord in Annabeth's heart, because for the first time in weeks, she spoke to someone directly, "Fine. I'll clean up P—" she burst into tears.
"Shh, it's okay Annie, it'll be better, I'm sure that he's waiting in Elysium for you. If he isn't, I'll go down to the Underworld to make sure he is," I felt like I was speaking to the seven year-old girl that ran away from home instead of the strong 18 year-old that I know as my best friend.
For a second, I thought she might respond, but she just turned away to look at the pictures taped to the wall beside her.
Sighing, I sat down on one of the unoccupied beds and looked around the room. Cabin 3 is much nicer than Zeus' even if it is buried under a layer of junk, because it, you know, had beds and a stunning lack of creepy hippy statues of his dad that looked like they would smite you down. I could hear the sound of a fountain gurgling at the back of the room and the tinkling of the bronze hippocampi that hung on the ceiling as a cool sea breeze blew in. It was so much homelier before Kelp Head died, despite its lack of campers. Percy just seemed to light a room when he entered it, I mean, he even got my patron to warm up to him, which hasn't happened in eons.
I continued assessing what Poseidon's cabin had within it. Hmm, under that pile of dirty laundry is a chair, and under that pile of candy wrappers is a bed, under those piles of paper is a desk, under that—wait a minute, a desk? Since when did Seaweed Brain own desk.
I looked at Annabeth to see her still buried under a pile of blankets in a sweatshirt, despite the fact that it was the middle of summer. I figured she wouldn't notice if I got up and looked around, so I walked over the mysterious desk.
It was a normal desk with two major compartments underneath all of the failed tests and projects. I saw one drawer that had a string sticking out of it so I opened it. To my surprise there were 20 packages varying in size with different names printed on the side. There was a sign in Ancient Greek that said look in the top drawer.
Obviously it was from Percy so I opened the drawer, have a pile of cold ocean water fly in my face. It was probably one of the left over booby-traps that were all over Kelp Head's cabin. I guess he thief proofed it before he left.
I wondered what was so special about this drawer. Curious, I looked inside to find a thick envelope. I gasped when I read the front. Written clearly in Greek was "The Final Will and Testament of Percy Jackson".
"Annie," I whispered, my voice shaking, "I think you should look at this."
"I don't want to move on Thalia! Just leave me alone!" she shouted at me.
"This is serious, Annabeth Chase. Just get up and look at this envelope!" I commanded.
"What envelope?" she moaned not even bothering to get up.
"This envelope!" I exclaimed, pointing at the pack of paper I found.
She turned her head to get a good look at it. I saw her gray eyes widen as she quickly sat up. For the first time since Percy died, I saw her eyes scanning for details and I could practically see the gears turning in her head at a million miles per hour.
"Is that P-Per-cy's?" she asked, stumbling over his name.
"Unless Tyson owns that desk over there covered in failed assignments," I gestured to the strange object on the other side of the room.
If possible, her eyes widened even more until they were the size of drachmas. "I forgot that was there. We need to show this to Chiron," she exclaimed, jumping up from the bed and grabbing my arm, pulling me towards the Big House.
For a sleep-depraved and heartsick girl, she had a very strong grip.
Chiron's POV:
"Chiron! Get out here right now!" I heard a shrill scream come from the porch, shortly followed by a smacking sound and a harsh whisper of, "Say please."
The first voice mumbled to the other person, "Fine, but that hurt," then they screamed again "Please get out here right now! Oh, and it is Annabeth speaking."
Annabeth? What was she doing outside of his cabin? Unless Thalia actually managed to break through to her...
Curious, I stepped outside to find Annabeth clutching Thalia's wrist in one hand, sufficiently cutting off circulation in the other girl's hand, and a thick envelope in the other. She shoved the paper in my face and ordered, "Read this."
I happily obliged as she was actually speaking to a person. What I read shocked me speechless. Did my favourite deceased student actually take the time to write out his Will?
When I finally could speak, I asked, "May I borrow this for a while, my dear?"
At first Annabeth didn't want to hand it over, but I believe that her Athenian side took other and told her to give me the envelope, which she did cautiously, like I would rip up her last connection to her boyfriend.
I thanked her for letting me see and told them to take a rest today, and to look out for an announcement at dinner. I could see that whatever had pushed Annabeth to show me the document had once again slipped away and that she was turning into a shadow again, so I asked Thalia as they were leaving to help her come out again. She nodded in confirmation and ran to catch up to Annabeth.
Once they were both out of sight, I went to the table on the porch where Dionysus and I had been playing pinnacle merely 6 years ago in front of the owner of the will in my hands.
Sighing I sat down and opened the envelope and shook it upside down. A couple of papers fell out along with another envelope with a sack of drachmas tied to it. I examined the second envelope curiously before I opened it. Out of this envelope fell hundreds of papers, when I counted later there was the same number of drachmas. When I looked closely at one of the papers I found that it was an invitation. To be more specific it was a personalized invitation to the funeral of the late Perseus Jackson. I flipped through them carefully, to find they all weren't invites, but some were simply letters to enemies to laugh in their faces for one last time. I laughed in spite of myself; Percy was always a rebellious hero, and it was just so like him to mock his enemies even from the grave.
I found at the bottom the pile of papers was a brightly coloured paper with a list of all the people he wished to be present for his funeral:
The living/immortal who are to be listening are: Annabeth Chase, Sally Jackson-Blowfis, Paul Blowfis, Thalia Grace, Nico di Angelo, Grover Underwood, Rachel Dare, Clarisse la Rue, Katie Gardener, Travis Stoll, Conner Stoll, Juniper the Nymph, Chris Rodriguez, Leo Valdez, Piper Mclean, Jason Grace, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Tyson the Cyclopes, Ella the Harpy, Reyna daughter of Bellona, Hylla daughter of Bellona and Queen of the Amazons, Chiron, Blackjack the Pegasus, Mrs. O'Leary the hellhound, Arion son Demeter and Poseidon, Will Solace son of Apollo, Lou Ellen daughter of Hecate, Nyssa daughter of Hephaestus, Malcolm son of Athena, Pollux son of Dionysus, the Hunters of Artemis, all other campers of both Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter, Citizens of New Rome, May Castellan, the twelve Olympians (please tell Lord Poseidon that all of his subjects are welcome to come), Lady Hestia, Lord Hades, Lady Amphitrite, Lord Triton, Lady Persephone, Lady Iris, Calypso, all other gods that weren't mentioned (especially all gods out there who have been offended by Perseus Jackson), Octavian.
The dead who are to be listening in (please ask Lord Hades and Nico di Angelo to bring them up from the Underworld as a final wish): Charles Beckendorf, Silena Beauregard, Bianca di Angelo, Zoë Nightshade, Michael Yew, Lee Fletcher, Castor son of Dionysus, Luke Castellan, Maria di Angelo, Marie Levesque mother of Hazel Levesque, Ms. Emily Zhang and her mother, Ms. Grace mother of Thalia and Jason Grace, Ethan Nakamura, parents of Sally Jackson, all demigods on the side of the gods during the Second Titan war and the war against Gaea and the Giants, all of the invited living whom may have died.
I let out a low whistle. Percy definitely had a large invite list, of over 1000 people/beings/spirits. It would be difficult to gather that many people, godly or not, in the same place at the same time, especially since half of them are ADHD and another large portion reside in the Underworld.
I glanced over at the sack of drachmas. As I mailed each of the invites and hate letters through Hermes Mail, I wondered how Percy had collected so many drachmas.