He bowed his head in submission, waiting for the blow that would end his life. His sea-green eyes watched his old, betraying friends. Those who still cared had guilt and sadness written all over their faces. Many waited with tears, in the silence.

His execution.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry," the broken boy said.

He was pushed onto his knees. Dust flew into the air from the dry ground. Not a single droplet fell from his eyes.

"I'm sorry for disappointing you all. I hope you'll forgive me," he said in a hallowing voice.

The god of the skies raised the sword, ready to deliver the final blow.

"But if I can ask one thing, I ask you to remember me. Please, remember what I stand for."

The king of the gods said, in a hushed whisper heard only by himself, "I to, am sorry."

"Please," the boy said once more. In an arc the sword flew, aimed for the neck. Anaklumos slowed down minisculy, as if trying to defy the wielder and save its master, but the god's power was too strong.

Just before contact he raised his head and smiled, a sad, sorrowful smile. It hurt the hearts it touched.

As the sword touched the boy's neck, a miraculous thing happened, a beautiful thing. The boy dissipated into a cloud of sea mist and sand, that flew around the spectators before the wind carried it off, up into the sky and far beyond.

In place of the boy now sat a large conch shell. Black, speckled with sea-green and blue. The likes of which had never been seen before.

A man with a powerful aura stepped forward and collected the shell, cradling it to his chest. He bared a striking resemblance to the recently deceased boy. As the shell was turned over in his hands, there on the bottom, near the opening, was a name. The name of the betrayed and dead one. Like a signature, and when the man read it his eyes became wet. Falling to his knees he rocked, back and forth, back and forth, with the shell as if it were a baby.

As tears streamed down his cheeks, he whispered under his breath, "My son. Oh, my son. Too young...much too young." His words came out broken.

Many in the crowd wept silently, many turned away. The sight of a full-grown man breaking down was too much for some to bear.

Do you want to know the name?

It was Percy Jackson.

/Break\

Hey, Helio here,

Don't worry! Percy isn't actually dead!

This is my first story. Hope you like.

Please review (even if it's about grammatical errors)

PWRETTY PWEASE WIF PUPPY DOG EYES.