Disclaimer: I do not own PJO and I am not Imagine Dragons. I just really, really like the both of them.

This is my first story ever, so I hope it doesn't suck too much! ;)

I messed up, and now I will pay for it, I thought as a took the dagger. It was my fault this whole thing happened, and I have to put an end to it. I took a deep breath, and unstrapped the side of my armour. With my weak spot exposed, I gathered all of my courage, and plunged the knife into my armpit. I screamed in pain, and then was thrown to the floor by the trembling of the throne room. I lay on the floor, surrounded by a ring of ash. I feel the blood dripping down my side, and know I succeeded in my mission. "Good blade," I said, my throat full of ash. Percy ran and knelt by my side, and Annabeth limped over with Grover's support. She was crying, and all I could think about was how much I hurt her. A song suddenly came into my head, and playing in a shop nearby when the invasion started.

I'm bleeding out, so if the last thing that I do

is bring you down, I'll bleed out for you.

It's all for her. I did it for her. She's the only thing that matters now. "You knew," I tell her. "I almost killed you, but you knew." "Shhh," she interrupts. "You were a hero in the end, Luke. You'll go to Elysium." I shake my head. It wouldn't be enough to make up for what I did. "Think...rebirth." Maybe I could make up for my sins by doing good in another life. Maybe even more than once. "Try for three times," I said weakly. "Isles of the Blest."

That sounds nice. Eternal paradise. Not that I deserve it. But maybe I can earn it. Annabeth sniffled. "You always did push yourself too hard," she said lovingly. Maybe… I reach my hand to her, and she gently brushed my fingertips. " Did you…" I cough, and feel the blood drip out of my mouth. I'm almost out of time. "Did you love me?" I ask. She wipes away her tears, tears that I caused. " There was a time I thought… well, I thought," she said hesitantly, and then she turned to Percy. So it was him. My suspicions were proved right. She never could have looked at me that way, that trustingly, that accepting. She turned back to my, tears forming in her eyes again. "You were like a brother to my Luke," she says gently, "but I didn't love you." I nod, knowing that at least she'll be happy. That causes my wound to rip more, and I wince from the pain. "We can get ambrosia," Grover chimes in urgently. "We can-" The song bursts back into my thoughts.

Oh you tell me to hold on, Oh you tell me to hold on.

And I know I can't. I can't keep this up any longer. "Grover," I gulp, feeling the rush of fresh blood out of my wound. "You're the bravest satyr I ever knew. But no." I know that it's too late. And even if I could be saved, I wouldn't be able to live knowing I survived and so many people I called my friends did not. "There's no healing…" I coughed, and I knew it wouldn't be much longer. I grab Percy's sleeve, despite the amount of pain it causes. I think of all the other half-bloods on Kronos's side, the unclaimed and ignored, the banished and alone. They are what rose Kronos, those mistreated by the gods. "Ethan. Me. All the unclaimed. Don't let it… Don't let it happen again." Those last world took all my strength, and I knew it was time. "I won't," Percy said. "I promise." Good. And take care on Annabeth. I nodded, and the song came back into my mind, for one last time.

So I bare my skin and I count my sins

and I close my eyes and I take in in.

I close my eyes, my last images of Percy kneeling over me.

I'm bleeding out.

I'm bleeding out for you.

For you.

I hoped you guys liked that! I hope to get another story out soon, so keep a look out. ;)