Annabeth Chase
I was damaged. But, at the same time, happy. Was I happy because I proved her wrong? Was I happy because I'll get Percy back? Did she see her fault? Her mistake? Her slip of words? Did she understand that I need him? Is she too filled with pride to care for the only need of her ashamed daughter? Didn't she see I needed him for the sake of my own future? How could she be so blind? I love him… how could she nit see that I do? It is like not being able to tell the difference between white or black; mute or loud; sunlight or darkness…maybe after all she was blind. Blind by hatred. Blind by jealousy. Jealous that I loved him more than her. That I needed him more than her. I could live without my mother; the goddess of wisdom. But without Percy… I can't function. He made me focus on what needs to be done. He made remember that I, in fact, do have a family; a family at San Francisco. All the other gods saw it. How is it she didn't?
When he died I felt like I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see, feel or hear. I felt like I could never be happy. My world ended when the sharp blade covered in drakon poison went through his beating heart. Everything stopped… All the voices around me became mute…everyone's figure became blurry, except Percy's. I tried to find my voice, only to find it screaming at the painful sight. The sight of the only thing I could possibly hold close to my heart being killed. Before I knew it, my throat went raw and legs were running. I can't and don't want to remember what happened. I only know that he said he was sorry for leaving me… and then his eyes drifted.
When his eyes lost focus, I knew he was dead. But I couldn't afford to believe it. All my life I knew misery. But Percy came and he… he changed it. More than enough couples say that their lover is the light of their life, except Percy…really was my light. His eyes were full of that light…and when he died I was crushed. Literally. I felt as if I was left alone to lift the sky, like what I did in the presence of Atlas. When Percy was gone, there was nothing left for me. He would always say I have that cruel home in California. However, truth be told, he was my home. He made a home for me…in his heart…the one place that made feel safe, secure and complete without knowing. After he died, I was abandoned…again…I was an orphan on the streets looking for a home…again. Except, I knew that there was no home for me. No permanent home. Sure, Camp Half-Blood is home…but not in a sense it was completely my home. Not only was I orphaned; I lost my most prized possession…Percy's love and heart. He had my love and heart and I had his. Now, that is basic logic…something Athena should know. She probably did know it; but chose not to believe that her most devoted daughter fell in love with the son of her enemy…huh…it is Romeo and Juliet. The only difference is that I won't die for love. Yes, it's miraculous…however, I'll live for it. I'll honor the fact that I'm alive because of Percy Jackson and I'm in love with Percy Jackson…no matter where it will lead me…After all, he will come back. I'll live a life for him, while he gave his life for me. He will come back. He has to. It was what I wanted and needed most in the world.