Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson (I am not Uncle Rick ;)
She stood on the ridge alone; she didn't have a choice. They were all gone, not that she liked them anyway. It was more peaceful alone, but more lonely too. A fire was meant for people to laugh around, sit around, warm their hands after a long day. Not for loneliness and frowns.
It hadn't been cheerful since everyone left. Sometimes it seemed like living was worse than death when your days consisted of wandering alone thinking thoughts of death. She couldn't die and she couldn't leave; she was a caged bird, only when the door finally opened, her wings were clipped. She gazed at a puddle, really looking at her curly brown hair, dark eyes, and heart-shaped face. Beauty didn't matter then, and it mattered even less now. The only reason she kept a good-looking appearance now was to please her almost nonexistent vanity.
She was always the quiet one, she gave up the only thing that granted her pride . She did it without looking back. Now she looked back. What she saw was only more death, it filled this world since it's Shepard had left. She didn't have a master, she was no prisoner to any being but herself. She remained while the others were free was because of a vow. A vow she had made when man were their amusing playthings. When the world seemed it would forever remain fruitful and pure. Before they tested nature and showed how destructive their kind really was. But she never blamed them, they were vain, but ingenious and resilient, always creating. To think what they destroyed.
Now she will stay here always, trying not to pity and failing. She weeps for her sad existence and lack of theirs. She weeps for Summer days, when the sky was blue and there were children laughing. She weeps for all that there could have been and now never will be. She weeps for the innocent, the unfortunate, the lost. As she stands here she will nurture this husk of a world. She will tend to it and clean it. She will watch it grow again and wait for their return. And then, when they do, she will care for them too. For she is always here and always will be.
I am the last Olympian