Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Death is but the next great adventure. It was funny, Annabeth thought, that of all the things mortals got wrong, they got this right. For Percy, death really would be the next great adventure.
Percy died in a fight. It was a fight he should have won, but there was a deal made. Percy got a choice, his life or his friends and Annabeth's. He chose to die in an instant. His last words were I love you said to one Miss Annabeth Chase.
Her heart broke with his dying breath.
Annabeth was asked to speak at his funeral, but she had no idea what to say. Then suddenly 30 letters come together, forming the seven words that change her look on the whole situation. The next great adventure was absolutely right.
Funny how it would work that way, mortals rarely saw anything as it is. This is the one thing all the demigods had missed.
So, as she prepares his shroud and the speech for the funeral, she doesn't mourn anymore. She doesn't need to. Percy loved adventure. Death would be a never ending one.
"Percy was a friend to everyone," Annabeth begins at his funeral, standing next to his shroud. "He saved us all too. He was selfless. Not many know this, but he gave up immortality so that the gods would claim their children. Percy was always drawn to trouble though. He always was game for a good fight. He once fought Ares, the god of war himself. He also once doused Thaila with a ten foot wall of water. (The girl in mention scowled at the mention.)
"I heard something though, that makes this all bearable. Death is but the next great adventure. Percy loved adventure, just as much as trouble. It was always there. So take comfort in the fact that he is adding a new flavor of trouble to Elysium. Percy was all about adventure. Yeah we will miss him, but he is having the adventure of a life time," Annabeth said lighting the pyre for the love of her life and her soul mate.
Good luck Seaweed brain. I can't help you on this adventure, not yet.