A/N: Sup Peeps sorry I haven't updated in a while, been on and off grounded and had a hard time getting a chapter out. This is one of the many story lines that have been running through my head. Hope you enjoy, and as always favorite, follow, and review!

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"We know what we are, but know not what we may be." –William Shakespeare

Silent Knight

Percy's POV

Many times I have been asked by the gods and others, how I handle the pressure of being the leader of 2 camps. The honest answer is that I don't, I try not to think about it. All the stress kills me, everyone looks up to me and if I make a mistake everyone sees it and everyone remembers it. I've been lucky to have the support of all of my friends and family, though sometimes I feel like a burden, like sometimes if I faded away no one would remember me and everyone would be happier. I know for a fact that Wisegirl wants out of our relationship, but she is my light and I feel selfish.

I walked through the strawberry fields in camp as I reflected on my life until this point, a dry chuckle escaping me as I thought about how the fates have screwed me over time and time again. I continued to walk until my feet hurt and then I walked some more. When I finally came out of my deep thought I realized that I was no longer in the strawberry fields, the lime green plants laden with ruby fruits now a long ways behind me, were now replaced by a dense emerald forest and a deep azure pond. In the pond small fish and turtles swam, taking looks at me every so often. There was a pile of rocks to my left the looked similar to a hand flipping you off and to my right were the semi-decayed remains of a fallen tree. The tree was large and broad and, when it stood tall it must've looked as if it was a regal king. Now it was a dead and decaying piece of wood, I saw myself in that tree, in the first 2 years in my tenure as leader of the camp, just before and during the second Titan war, I was strong and I was feared. Now I am respected, but more like a memory, a tale of past deeds.

I continued to walk a little more until I saw something that made my blood run cold. Red splatters on several trees, the kind that can only come from a human being. I searched for the source of the substance, following drops of blood to the rock formation, and there sat the love of my life. Dead. Life was drained from her eyes and that final look of fear was still etched onto her face, claw marks ran across her abdomen and up her neck. I stood there, unable to move or speak or even sob, no matter how much I wanted to. All I could do was stand, and so that's what I did, I stood, for so long that I lost track of time. Finally I walked forward and gingerly took up my dead lover in a bridal style for one last trip. As I walked back to camp, I felt drops fall from my face, and the dam broke. I fell and sobbed into her cold shoulder, but no noise escaped my lips, I refused to make a single noise. I refused to give whatever monster the satisfaction of my screams.

After almost an hour and a half I composed myself enough to resume carrying my fallen love. As I walked I thought, and as I thought I realized how weak I was to allow the one I love to be killed, no murdered, so close to home. The sun shining on my face snapped me out of my stupor; my sunken eyes looked around and saw many eyes stare back.

"Perseus, what happened?" I turned and paled. Chiron. Annabeth was like daughter to him. I looked him in the eyes and opened my mouth but then closed it. I walked over to him and kneeled before the man who took such care of me, and I placed the body of his surrogate daughter in front of him.

"What could have done this," came his broken question, his voice filled with too many emotions to be described by words.

When I failed to respond, he grabbed me by the shoulders. I closed my eyes waiting, even hoping to be hit, because I failed. I failed at doing what I promised to do; I failed at keeping those I love safe. But it never came, instead I felt warm arms wrap around me, and a safe and secure tightness surround me. I pulled back to see a sad Chiron staring back at me, his eyes told of centuries of fatherly grief, and because of me there was another person added to that grief.

I looked at my father figure. The man who was more of a father than Poseidon had ever been, not that I held any ill will towards my father he was just never there. Chiron was looking down, fighting the tears threatening to fall down his face. I stared at him, guilt bleeding from me, and then I ran. I have never run this fast, I was running and I didn't know where I was going and I didn't want to I just wanted to run away. Suddenly I ran into something solid and fell back.

"How dare you run into Lady Artemis?" A shrill scream came, I looked up and saw a huntress glaring at me and as I looked to the left I saw Artemis, goddess of the moon and hunt, standing there, silently. Somehow. Somehow, I knew she knew what happened. She had a stiff and sad look on her face, I guess that's because she felt a maiden's death.

"Apologize boy, or die!" The same huntress screeched at me. I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it as I could bring myself to speak; grief washing over me once again, trapping unspoken words in my throat.

"I said-" The huntress was cut off as Artemis raised her hand in a silencing motion. She stared at me, not in a look of disgust or hatred, but of pity. I didn't want pity, but still could not articulate that.

Minutes had past and the staring contest between me and the moon goddess had not yet ceased, at this point I expected to be dead… no man stared at the maiden goddess Artemis for this long and survived. She moved forward and I flinched, closing my eyes waiting for the pain, the undeniable agony of be blasted to smithereens by an Olympian. But it never came. It must have been some sick joke thrown my way by the fates, some way to spite me for surviving two wars and saving the world twice. Artemis had walked past me and to Annabeth's body. She bent down and touched her forehead, instantly all of the wounds closed and her body erupted in flames.

"Percy?" I turned, still pale, to the source of the voice. If possible, I paled even further, it was Thalia. Annabeth was like a sister to her, how could I explain that on my watch Annabeth died. No, she did not simply die, she was murdered. Murdered by a soulless monster, one that would kill many more half-bloods without batting an eyelash.

"Percy, what happened? H-how did this happen?" She asked, her voice cracking, the pain was evident in her voice and it killed me to hear it. I tried to speak but my voice refused to work, I was silent. The hero who failed, was rendered mute, and probably be killed by either Thalia or Athena, funny way to end my story.

"My dear, I'm afraid Annabeth has been attacked by something, what we do not know." Chiron managed out with a strangled breath. Thalia looked me, her eyes full of dread, fear that the final connection to her past, to the old Luke, was gone.

"Percy, tell me this is some sick joke! Please, this can't happen, not her. She was going to be an architect in the mortal world! She was going to have a life, a life with you! Please she can't be dead!" Thalia was panicking, her world was now just as shattered as mine. So, I did the only thing that came to mind, I hugged her. The hunters may have glared at me, maybe even drew their weapons, but I didn't care, if they killed me they'd be doing me a justice. I just sat there hugging the closest thing I had to a sister and we let our emotions flow, ignorant to what was going no outside of our depressing little world.

A/N: Okay now that everyone is nicely and thoroughly depressed, I would like to ask if y'all like it, hate it, or if you're neutral to it. I don't mind criticism but no flames plz. I tried very hard to write this chapter, and I hope y'all enjoy it. Pleas review, favorite, and Follow.

p.s.: If you couldn't tell this is going to be a pretty sad story, if you like that kind of thing I also urge you to read my other story Into the Depths of Darkness and Broken by Plutos Daughter 11 if you haven't already.

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