Perseus shot up, eyes wide open. Sweat beaded his brow as he gasped to retain his breath. He scanned his surroundings slowly, taking in the dark and spacious room he was in. A singular four poster bed decorated the room which seemed to make the room more desolate that it already was.

Perseus groaned as he tried to stand up but his legs betrayed him, letting him tumble to the glassy constellation-like floor. He splayed on the floor and sighed, deep confusion rooted in his mind towards where he was. His head ached more than that time he downed 6 shots of whiskey and experienced a hangover.

Perseus closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, searching his mind for memories of the past. A deep searing pained flared through his head as he delved deeper, he gritted his teeth and continued forwards. Perseus felt something bubble up within his subconscious as a scene played out in a projector-like fashion.

He stared up in childlike anticipation, ready for whatever to come. The sound of battle roared in his ears as he started reminiscing the past. Giant figures stood in horizon, a horde of earthy humanoid figures with several sets of arms at the foot of the Giants. Perseus floated up several meters and surveyed the battlefield, a barren green hillside that would have been peaceful if it weren't for the tension that hung in the air.

Perseus looked onto the opposing side of the battle, an army of humans who wielded weapons of every kind. A group dressed in standard Roman armor. A strikingly beautiful woman stood at the forefront of the Romans, her skin a deep caramel color with dark brooding eyes framed by long raven locks of silky hair.

In the nearby proximity of the army stood another one, filled with grim lightly armored teenagers. An army that purely consisted of women stood besides the Greeks, with a leader that looked strikingly similar to the Roman praetor.

Six teenagers stood at the anterior, Perseus' eyes widened as he saw the boy in the middle. Tall, muscular and a bronze tan that was accompanied by jet-black hair with apprehensive sea green eyes. He gripped a slightly glowing three foot long xiphos in his right hand with a shield protruding out of his left forearm.

Perseus' face contorted in confusion as he recognized the figure.

"That's me..." He thought as he saw himself give a cry and charged straight into the opposition. The unified army behind him closely followed as the battle began. The sounds of war ensued as blood was shed. Perseus saw himself weave through the monsters and become a whirlwind of death. His blade cutting through monsters, reducing them to dust.

Twelve huge chariots zipped through the air. Each one of them containing a twenty foot tall being that radiated pure power. Perseus' head ached as memories resurfaced. Zoë, Poseidon, Sally, Artemis, Reyna, Paul, Hera, Nico, Calypso, and Annabeth. That dreaded name. All his memories came streaming back into him like a river, splitting his brain in half and made his migraine even worse.

He remembered when he first came to camp and felt content, like he found a perfect home. His first quest where Zeus almost blasted him into smithereens. Meeting Zoë Nightshade and the hunters for the first time. That time he blew up Mt. St. Helens and Annabeth gave him a kiss. Perseus gritted his teeth as that name rung in his ears. Annabeth. His heart ached when he though of that name in both hatred and longing.

After going through so much with her, 6 prophecies, jumping into flipping Tartarus for her. Hades he would've done anything for her. But then she just had to do that. After holding the doors of death for her, enduring the depths of the pit for the woman he loved, she gives into the temptation of Gaea's whispers. The sheer confusion that ran through his mind as he found a sloppily written yellow post-it note stamped onto his desk on the Argo II when he woke up the day after.

Gaea promised her the return of Luke Castellan. Perseus' head started aching more as his heart felt heavy, the weight of his memories sinking him into a spiral of despair. That note, that darn note appeared inside his mind. Luke's name as a reason scrawled onto the yellow paper in black ink.

Perseus snapped back to the present, he was floating above the battlefield spectating the pandemonium spreading underneath him. Arrows whizzed and catapults launched vials of greek fire into the hordes of earthborn. Despite this the monsters just kept coming in, streaming through defenses the demigods set up. The memory fast forwarded to the hilltop, where to figures faced each other. Perseus and Annabeth their mouths moved as they talked to each other, but no sounds came out. The battle behind them raged on as they drew their swords.

Anakalusmos gleamed in the light whilst Annabeth's stark white drakon bone sword seemed bleak and bleached, devoid of emotion. The two met in a clash of equal footing but in seconds it was obvious who had the upper hand. Perseus feinted right whilst smashing the pommel of his sword into her temple. Annabeth crumpled into a heap, her eyes widened as Perseus pressed the tip of Anakalusmos on her jugular.

Perseus couldn't do it. He loved her too much. His face betrayed him as it contorted from self-conflict, his grip slackened and Anakalusmos fell slightly from her neck. Annabeth faked a smile of relief as her eyes glinted. She took advantage of his weakness and thrust her sword straight through his abdomen.

Perseus' eyes bulged as he dropped onto his knees, the bleached bone sword now stained white. Indescribable pain flared from his core, he opened his mouth to speak but crimson liquid spilled out, staining the grass green. Annabeth gave him a sad smile as she turned her back on him and whispered solemly,

"Goodbye."

Perseus' sea green eyes lost their twinkle, the light within them slowly died out. Moments later they became dull and glassy as he fell face first as his conscious left him for the sweet reprieve of death. Three withered old ladies appeared next to the deceased hero, the Fates. A sad look adorned their aged faces Clotho brought out a aquamarine strand with a strained look. Lachesis sighed as she measured out the length of his life. Then, Atropos with an agonizing look brought out her silver shears and with one last abated breath snipped the string. The sound resounded throughout the battlefield.

With that last breath Perseus snapped out out of his memories.