Hi there. Lately, I've been reading a lot of stories regarding Percy Jackson, and really I just wanted to get all my plot ideas out of my head. This one is kind of a tragedy, with character death and all that, fair warning. For some reason my favorite authors always write tragedy, I kinda just picked up on it. Enjoy!

What do you say when you're running out of time? What do you do? So many times in life, I've been face to face with death, and time and time again I've avoided it. I've lived life as if I was going to die tomorrow. Carpe Diem. Seize the Day. Yet, in the end, whether you're rich or poor, strong or weak, alone or with friends, death is inevitable.

What is life? Is it a game we all play, where no one wins? Is it some cruel trick of fate? These thoughts occur to me now, and I'm not sure I have the answer. I'm not sure I want to have it.

Life is so precious, but everyone takes it for granted. No one realizes how important it is until their gone.

And pain. Unbearable pain. So many different kinds of pain, physical, mental, oh the pain never ends. It comes to me now, that pain is but a trial, truly. Everything I've done has been through reaction to pain.

Pain is such a large driving force, moving you forward, crippling you on the path of life, ending your adventure. The only other force equivalent to pain is love.

Love. Love is truly one of the most powerful forces in life. It brings happiness, but it also brings pain. Love… Love is tragedy. I've experienced no worse pain, and no better reward, than love.

The other driving force is fate. Are we all destined to do something by fate? I didn't think so. I never have. Maybe I was naive. Maybe I'm just lying to myself to comfort myself from my destiny: certain death.

I am Percy Jackson.

I've lived, I've loved, I've experienced pain, and I have met my fate. All of these experiences have built me into what I am. Am I satisfied with what I am?

A hero's fate is never anything but tragic.

I suppose that's true. I see it now as I reach my mortal end. Now, I experience the penultimate chapter that is the Life of Percy Jackson. The next one is death.

I've been waiting for so long, knowing my fate, but fighting it. Yet, fate has prevailed. How ironic, the one thing I've lived for, I now die for.

Annabeth.

I hope she lives on. I hope she finds happiness. I really do, but I can't help but feel selfish, and scared. I want to live with her. I don't want to die alone.

I think of my mother in my last moments. I'll miss her. I hope this doesn't break her. She's worked so hard for me, her life has been nothing but tragedy. I hope she finds happiness. Then I remember Paul. Yes, he'll fix her. I know he will.

Then, my traitorous mind starts to panic. I don't want to die. I don't want to die!

No. It's over. No point in fighting it. I'll see Annabeth again, I'll see my mother again, I'm certain.

I know I will. it's a feeling deep inside me, I will see them again.

Now, death. I feel it. I wonder if it's the end or the beginning. I can't help but feel regretful. I wonder how they'll remember Percy Jackson. No. I can't think about that. I look up and I see annabeth in my mind's eye.

I see her beautiful face, her stormy gray eyes that are so filled with life and intelligence. I am determined that she will be the last thing I ever see.

Well, time's up.

A hero's fate is never anything but tragic.

Wow, ok, I'm not gonna lie, I kinda broke down here. This was so sad for me, and I'm not sure why, as it's not the most emotional thing I've ever written/read, but it felt like it to me. Thanks for reading, and I'll probably do some more one-shots but for now this is kinda testing the waters, seeing how I am as an author. Review and let me know what I did good, what I did wrong, and what I can do to fix it. It's very appreciated :)