Disclaimer: I don´t own PJO, it belongs to Rick Riordan.
Annabeth sat alone on the beach. It was midnight. Her hands, playing with the sand, were very cold. The beautiful lake at Camp Half-Blood was rough, Poseidon might be angry, or sad. The sky, blackened by the night, was, on the contrary, very peaceful. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she was wishing she could join him, wherever he was. How could I be so stupid? I shouldn´t have left him alone, she thought, if it wasn´t for me, he would still be here.
Fresh tears formed in her eyes. The pain and guilt she felt had no name. It could tear her apart.
¨Don´t cry, my dear.¨ A sweet voice said from behind her. Annabeth turned around to find a teenager Hestia walking towards her.
¨Lady Hestia.¨Annabeth said, in what was barely a whisper, standing up and vowing for the last Olympian.
¨Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena. Perceus has told me about you.¨
His name brought more pain and tears to Annabeth´s eyes. She fell to the sand and started sobbing in her hands. When Annabeth felt a pair of delicate arms around her, she looked up to see a smiling Hestia conforting her.
They stayed that way until the ski started to lighten and the sun was rising when the sea got calmer.
¨You have to go, daughter of Athena. It´s almost time.¨ Hestia whispered, unwrapping her arms from Annabeth.
¨Thank you, Lady Hestia.¨ Annabeth smiled, half-heartedly and stood up.
With more tears rolling down her beautiful face, Annabeth walked to Percy´s funeral.
A/N: I know it´s a very, very, very short chapter and I´m sorry for that hehe :)
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