Goodbye, Percy Jackson.

Percy and Annabeth stood side by side, a few meters away from the edge of Tartarus. The small enemy army was advancing, but they didn't seem in a hurry.

"We're not gonna make it" muttered Percy distractedly.

"Ah don't worry. We always do" Annabeth said, smiling.

You'll play an important role, but not the role you imagined.

The one closest to you, she will cause you the most trouble...

Annabeth tried to make sense of these sentences as the floated around her head. Percy had told her what Hera has said to him but she didn't get it... until now. Percy's fatal flaw had always been his loyalty to his friends. He would never be able to make the decision. So she had to make it for him. And it was simple, really. She didn't know how long she stood there but it was long enough for the first wave of monsters to arrive. They fought together, as always. Once the monsters were gone, Percy kicked their ashes of the edge, to make sure they wouldn't reform for a while. Annabeth turned to him.

"Percy..."

"Yes? What is it? Are you hurt?" He could sense that something was wrong, and panicked a little. A break-up? A death? What was worst?

"I understand now. I will never get to play the role I imagined, a important role. A role in the saving the world and reaping the rewards... a world with you. A new Manhattan, a new Olympus. But... that's never going to happen" she took a few steps back. "because now, I know what to do. Save the world, Percy. Make me proud Seaweed Brain..."

Percy didn't understand what was going on, but those sounded a lot like someone's final words. Annabeth turned and continued walking towards the edge. The next wave of monsters arrived. The watched in anticipation...

Then, when she on the very edge, she turned around and tears were etched on her face.

"Goodbye, Percy Jackson,"

And she stepped off the cliff