Percy came to, head drenched, he took a deep breath, then exhaled, nothing felt the same anymore. he remembered, Orthax. and gunshots. The white haired boy looked around, nothing. He blinked, then glanced down, his coat covered in blood and dirt. He spoke to himself "Am I in hell? Because I am so sure this is not heaven." he said, his voice weak, there was an echo, into the never ending darkness. Nothing responded. Percival sat up, looking around, he was dead, his next thoughts were not that what he did or did not build, or of the adventures he did not have, but of the people he left behind.

"Cassandra" He muttered, his little sister, so strong to stay and fight those two…beasts, when he ran, and now she ruled their family lands. He felt his thud in his chest.

Pike, crossed his mind next, he always looked up to her. She was so light, even when he was so dark, they balanced one another out, if only he had been more like her, he would not be here. How would she respond?

Grog, the brute, Percy loved him, deep down, always wished he could be as tough as Grog was, emotional, taking out his own uncle with what seemed like iron clad courage. No fear, just strength.

Percy glanced around the darkness some more. He took to his feet and smiled, thinking about his friends, then a small voice rang what seemed life forever away.

"Percy is killing you, not us."

Scanlan. always had something to say, one of the few people who could make the man from whitestone laugh anymore. A small smirk lifted to Percy's mouth as he thought of spice, and all the songs Scanlan had sung him while he worked.

Vax. the idiot. Percy loved him like a brother. Always so brash and strong headed. Nothing could stop him, not even death. Percy chuckled softly, the love Vax had for Vex was magic, it brought her back to life, if only someone had loved him that way.

Vex, the raven haired huntress. If only he had told her how he really felt, oh well, he always had a thought she knew, but, whats lost is lost.

Percy felt hot tears run down his face, as Gilmore, Kima, Allura, Kash, Zarha, god even Viktor crossed his mind for a moment, would anyone tell him?

At that moment, she crossed his mind, his best friend, Kiki, he felt his eyes flare, and his mouth start to billow smoke, he would never drink a pint with her again, or read her stories form books they had found along the way, or shared a cup of tea in the keep by the fire, god he would never have to deal with her drunk antics, he was going to miss that.

Percy felt cold, as it hit him, he was in hell, he would have to walk inside the shadow he lived in for his whole life, for all of time, his own hell, for all that he did, all the wrong, he shot a mans hand off…

He walked, for what felt like days, though, it could have been only minutes, thinking about his life and family. Seeing the Braierwoods, and that woman who felled him every moment in his minds eyes, hell was worse then he ever imagined.

Then he heard the voice.

"Greetings and salutations" Percy saw, in front of him, a large red dragonborn.

"Oh gods" he smiled "Hello, long time no see" was all Percival could muster, his voice dry and weak.

"Come along now Percy, your parents are waiting, you took long enough getting here but…it was a nice funeral, you are under the sun tree!" Tiberius Stormwind chocked.

"How nice…gods, I need a break." He said, as his eyes saw his mother, his father, and the rest of the De Rolo family.