I know I've tried to do a Percy Jackson and the Olympians fanfiction before and it was pretty bad. This one will be different and I've edited it to the best of my ability and changed it up a lot. I hope everyone likes it. Please review if you get the chance.
Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rick Riordan.
Pain, pain like I had never felt before raced up my leg. It was shattered, just like my heart; broken, pained, nothing more than a hollow shell. I looked down at the face of my dying friend. He shouldn't be in this position. He should be at camp with Thalia, Annabeth, and I, with everyone at camp, and we would all sit at the canoe lake and just talk, like we used to. The Fates are cruel and it wasn't meant to be. He was meant to be the hero, to help save Olympus in the end, to die like he did. I wish he didn't have to go. I wish I could save him, that he hadn't made the choice that he made. At least as he draws his last breath he will be surrounded by friends, people he would probably consider family. People like me.
People say that blood is thicker than water; I say it's not blood that's thicker and makes a family. I say it's love that makes a family and creates bonds between people that are unbreakable. Unbreakable until there is so much sorrow and pain that the bonds shatter, never to be put back together again. I watch his life pour in rivers of blood, tears, pain, and guilt, always guilt for what he did. We all stay with him until he breathes no more and the gods come to take him away. Physically I'm no longer with him because his spirit has left and all that's left behind is his body, lifeless with nothing inside from the person he used to be. Emotionally and mentally, he's still here with me, and I'll remember the good times with the brother I wish I had but never could, never again and nevermore.