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Post War
Annabeth looked at the rows of shrouds numbly, bitter realisation washing over her. At first she and the others had all been elated that they'd won, but the sheer number of people who had died sobered the mood almost instantly. She should have been used to it by now, but Annabeth still felt cold when she saw the shrouds, each lovingly decorated for a lost loved one. A shroud for a friend, a family member and maybe even a lover who had disappeared from their loved one's life forever, without a proper goodbye. And no matter how many battles she survived through, nothing would ever prepare her for that.
"You okay?" Percy said, his green eyes dark with the solemn mood surrounding Camp Half-Bood.
"Not really," Annabeth sighed honestly. Percy didn't seem surprised, which didn't surprise Annabeth either. They had both been through far too much to be okay at the moment.
"Yeah," Percy said awkwardly, before wrapping his arms around her waist. Annabeth leant into the embrace, hoping to gain some comfort out of it.
"I guess this is what it's like," she whispered sadly, resting her head against his chest.
"What's what like?"
"Life," Annabeth said, staring into the appropriately dreary looking sky, which mirrored her sea of thoughts exactly in blurs of greys, whites and black. "Life after war."
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