Death. A five letter word that meant the ending of life. When your only ten years old, you don't think much about what will happen when you do die.
But now, as I lay under the boot of Ares foot, I think about it. My brother lay a few feet away, unconscious.

"Percy!" I sobbed. Ares laughed.

"He's dead. As you soon will be" I began to cry. Father had abandoned us, hadn't he?

The ocean rippled with my sadness. It washed up the beach. Ares slid his sword across my neck, releasing me. The sea carries me away.

My body began to sink. As I hit the soft ocean floor, my mind goes back to the day this all began.

The day Percy and I disintegrated our math teacher.