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He didn't know when it started, was it since the whispers? Since the images? the hallucination?

A chuckle escape his mouth. It doesn't matter anymore, nothing matters anymore.

He chuckled again as he slid down the wall. His cell has a tiny window up where he couldn't reach. The moon was visible tonight as well, it's light making everything black and white. Or was it his illusion.

Something cold touches Percy right arm and thugs it. Percy shook his arm feeling pain flashing through it. He flinched and hissed at the sudden pain.

"Don't touch me," he hissed at the boy besides him.

An illusion, just a hallucination.

Something conjured out from his broken mind.

Percy lay down on the cold ground, using his left arm as a pillow to support his head. A groan escapes his mouth and Percy used his other hand to block his ear. To stop the noises, the whispers.

"Go away," Percy muttered, his voice echoing in the small chamber. "I'm sleeping,"

_..._

Percy woke up at the shore of a beach, it's wave gently lapping at the makeshift sand, telling that it is somehow moving.

Percy scanned the surrounding area, there were no trees, no building, nothing. Only him and the ocean. A crescent moon gashed the sky, and stars scarred the view.

Though there were waves, but the water around him seemed eerily calm. In fact, it was still.

Percy bends down towards the water,a look of disbelief decorated his feature. Something caught his eyes as Percy starred at his own reflection, noticing it's imperfection.

It must be a trick of the light.

Percy's eyes starred back at him, wide from shock. But it wasn't his eyes, after all, his eyes aren't ruby red. One more feature screamed at him, the most noticeable one, his hair. Pure white, almost like snow, framed his eyes. Like raindrops.

A trick of the light. Something that manage to fool his mind.

Percy raised one of his hands, seeing the reflection doing the same thing. He put his hand in the water, making ripples that deteriorated the surface.

Something must be wrong with the water.

That thought somehow put his mind at ease. Percy withdraws his hand, his heart beating erratically when he felt a force tugging it. Percy tried to yank his hand out into the surface, using his other hand as a support.

But the more he pulls, the more it pulls.

Unprepared, Percy looses his balance, and falls down into the cold, red water.

_..._

Percy gasped, his lungs burning for air. A wave of panic washing over him and Percy gulped. He closed his eyes and slid against the wall. Evening out his breathing, trying to calm down his heart.

A dream. Only a dream.

But it felt so real, he could feel the lingering cold of the water, still biting his skin. Or was it his prison.

A chuckled escapes his lips as Percy felt to pair of hand gripping his left arm. Percy yanked away feeling his nails slightly grazed his skin. A smile etched it way to his lips.

Voices.

The whispers are here again, instead of gripping his head, pulling his hair out. Percy simply sigh and changed into a better sitting position, he was already tired, so dam tired. Let's just embrace the madness.

Someone walked his way towards Percy cell's, a masked man. He pulled a set of key from under his cloak and began unlocking the bar. The doors screeched as it sprung open, hurting Percy's ear.

"Get up!" The man hissed.

Percy immediately sprang up, not wasting any time. After all, it's not like this could be avoided. The man chained his hand and feet, and began dragging him outside, toward his death.

The slightest light hurt Percy's eyes, making him cower under the blazing sun. His eyes has grown well under the darkness that even the slightest could make him blind. The wave of fresh air hit him, and Percy inhaled deeply. Enjoying the last bit of air he could have.

Enjoying the last bit of time left.

Percy face brightened up when he saw the giant, humongous door in front of him. With his bare hand, the man pushed the door, but Percy think he had some little help from the Olympians.

Their steps echoed loudly in the chamber. The Olympians were all present, including Hestia tending the heart. She smiled reassuringly to Percy, earning one in return, before continue back to the fire. The Olympians were all wearing their most formal attire, not like the one they usual wear.

They bowed at Zues first, before Percy bowed to Poseidon, his father. Poseidon adverted his gaze from Percy, and he frowned. What's wrong? There was a thug at his left hand and Percy saw the boy smiled reassuringly at him.

"It's okay," is what the voices whispers. "Everything is going to be fine,"

Percy smiled back at the boy, and stepped back toward the centre of the room. A sigh escaping from his lips.

"It's okay..." Percy breathed, barely audible. "Everything's going to be fine..."

"Percy Jackson!" Zeus bellowed. "You have been accused of the murder of-"

Percy muted his surrounding, after all, he didn't want to hear it. He let the voices to take over his hearing to block away the names.

"Leo Valdes-"

Percy cringed and let a breath escapes his lips.

"Piper McLean-"

He willed the voice to become louder and louder.

"Jason Grace-"

He willed the images to take over his vision, to let reassuring words cot him.

"Frank Zhang-"

"It's okay. It's okay-"

"Hazel Grace"

"Everything will be fine-"

A man in white appeared at the edge of his vision, whispering away the words.

"Annabeth Chase!"

The last name was mute, barely audible, just a whisper. But Percy heard it, he heard all of them. They were all his friends. All his crimes.

"Are you guilty of this accusation!" Zues ask and Percy didn't dare to look up, seeing their angered faces.

At least defend yourself

Percy took a deep breathe, mastering all of his courage to do so. "I am guilty," those were the words that left his mouth. It shocked, light lightning, well him the most.

Things were silent for a moment, even the voices. It was as if time had stopped, but Percy knew it was his own imagination. The white man smiled reassuringly at him, Percy smiled back.

"As the King of the Olympian, I, Zues, hereby punish you of your deeds-"

Percy looked up from his feet and began starring at them, finally looking at them in their face. Observing them for the last time.

"Any final words?" Zues ask, his bolt readily in his hand.

Percy smiled winsomely. "No!"

Then he released the bolt, time had slowed down and Percy saw to bolt coming towards him. Making a white line in the air, like a spear. He closed his eyes, the like disintegrating his eyelids of.

"It's okay... Everything is going to be fine,"

Sorry for the bad chapter, I wrote this when I was about to fall asleep. So there will be a lot of grammar mistakes.

Thank you for reading...

- lost_children