struggle

A/N Hello everyone! This is just a little something that I think Percy might have been feeling about the prophecy and being the hero and all. So yeah.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson! I mean, that's why I am writing on here! XD

I stared into the ocean, trying to free my mind of the thoughts that haunted me, that tortured me. The Great Prophecy declared that I would save the world. That I was a hero. Me? A hero? I was kid for crying out loud! I was hopeless. What if I failed? What if a made the wrong decision? Everyone would pay the price of my choice. I had only 3 weeks left. 3 weeks until my 16th birthday. I couldn't think of this. I needed something or someone to distract me from my thoughts and the idea of me dying in almost 21 days.

I couldn't talk to Annabeth . Every time I looked at her, it made me sad. Sad to think that I would never see her again. She knew I was going to die. She Knew. And she didn't tell me. Not that she could've anyway, but still. Whenever I looked into her stormy gray eyes, I could see sorrow, worry, and hurt. She was scared too. She didn't say anything about the prophecy, but I was still reminded of it when I looked into her eyes.

Once I drew this conclusion, I called Rachel. I needed to remind myself that I was still a normal boy, even if I was an extraordinary person out of an extraordinary group people. She agreed to hanging out this summer, and I sighed in relief.

We hung out a lot, we did stuff, and she taught me some art stuff, like about Vincent van Gogh. The only reason I remembered him was because he chopped off his ear, but she didn't need to know about that. We talked a lot about different things, but not about the war.

After about 2 weeks, Paul asked us if we wanted to take his Prius out for a ride. I thankfully accepted. As Rachel and I drove and talked, I began to remember that my 16th birthday was coming up in a week. And the war. She wanted me to go on vacation with her and her family, but I knew I couldn't, no matter how tempting it sounded. I was on call. Charles Beckendorf and I were going on a mission soon to blow the Princess Andromeda Cruise ship up. We practiced plenty of times before I returned to the mortal world.

Even when I act normal, or hang out with normal people, I tend to attract crazy, unexplainable things. And that's when I saw a black shadow swoop down from the sky; Blackjack. I looked up and saw Beckendof. It was time. I knew this day would come, I just couldn't imagine that it was here. I sighed and realization washed over me. Everything would turn out all right. If I die, I die. I've done so much in my short life, have had so much stress over the past couple of years, it wouldn't be the end of the world if I did die. I just pray that if I die, I can save the world first.

A/N Yeah, not very good. This is my first time writing a fanfic, and I'm not an amazing creative writer either. But I tried. So I would really appreciate some things I should change, or stay the same in future stories. Thanks!

-TibbiToo 3