Percy walked through the borders of his old home, sighing loudly.
How long has it been? Thirty years? Forty?
Percy walked slowly, holding an enormous bouquet in one hand, and a ragged journal in the other.
He walked to every cabin, pausing at the door of each one, as if remembering fond experiences.
He opened the door of a few, as if to check if anyone remained.
He went inside the Athena cabin, and opened the journal to a picture of a young Annabeth.
He smiled as he placed the journal on her bunk.
He walked out wistfully, and began to place flowers on each of the graves.
