Eternity

by SugarIsHEALTHY

Are the gods always so ungrateful and selfish? Maybe not. If they weren't immortal. A one-shot on how Annabeth feels when they realize Percy's at the Roman Camp. I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Heroes of Olympus.

"I hope life isn't a big joke, because I don't get it."

-Jack Hadney

Why?

That's what ran through Annabeth's head as she stared out across Long Island Sound. Why did Percy have to disappear? Why now, when they finally had peace? The gods were all fine and well up in their palace, and so they just assume that their children won't mind at all if they just take their memories and plop them down in an enemy camp. Why would they mind anyhow? There will be plenty more times of peace. Only if you're immortal, Annabeth snarled in her mind. They have an infinite amount of time to spend with the one's they love, but all they do is argue and try to kill each other. Mortals, although insignificant, to the gods at least, know the importance of staying with family and friends. Mortals don't have eternity to spend together, so they make what they have worthwhile. If only the gods were like that, Annabeth thought. Then maybe they wouldn't treat this all like a sick joke, doing whatever they please with heroes, then discarding them and going on like they never existed. For saving them from Kronos, Annabeth thought, they could be much more grateful. Or even not stuck-up, acting like they hadn't needed the demigods at all. At least that would be an improvement.

Annabeth glowered at the waves that reached towards her toes. Immediately they shrank back as if Poseidon himself could hear her thoughts. He probably could. He seemed like the only god that wasn't amused or indifferent to Percy disappearing. He generally cared about the safety of his son. Of course, not enough to do anything about it.

Annabeth wished the gods were more like mortals. Understanding the importance of time, how you shouldn't waste it, because you never knew how much you have left. But since the gods were immortal, and always would be if the half-bloods didn't save them from downfall, Annabeth's wish was in vain. All she could do was pray to the ungrateful, selfish gods that Percy would be alright, memories and all.

And, of course, hope that someday the gods would realize how cruel they make the little games that mortals called "life." Because if all this was a joke to the gods, Annabeth didn't get it.