Hey, guys! So a while back I thought it would be cool to tell you what happened to Luke after he died. This sat and sat in my mental attic, but finally I wrote it. Sorry, it's probably crap, but read and review please!

Chapter 1

I turned and fell. I begged him. "Please, Percy..."

He rose, and I was sure he was going to try to kill me. I licked my lips, aiding my ability to speak. "You can't . . . can't do it yourself. He'll break my control. He'll defend himself. Only my hand. I can... can keep him controlled."

Kronos was fighting, trying with all his will to regain power of my words and my actions. They could see it too. I looked at my hands to see that I was smoking and glowing a faint bronze. There was little time left for me to do what I needed to do.

"Please," I moaned. "No time."

Percy looked from me to Grover and Annabeth and back to me. He understood. He handed me the knife.

Grover yelped. "Percy? Are you...um..." The satyr doubted my motives. I was ashamed to admit that I didn't blame him, I had deceived each of them before. I just hoped what I was about to sacrifice made up for it.

I grasped the hilt of Annabeth's blade. I recalled that day eight years before when I had given it to her. It gave me strength.

I unlatched the side of my armor, revealing a small, white patch of skin under my left arm. It oozed weakness. I thought of everything good in this life. I knew that doing this would make things right. But I was scared. Then I saw Annabeth's face. Her eyes were lined with tears waiting to be poured out. She was terrified that I would become the new Luke again, the one that tried to kill her so many times since I started to doubt Hermes and the other gods' caring for the half-bloods. I had to do this. "For Annabeth," I thought as I plunged the knife down onto my mortal anchor.

It hurt like you wouldn't believe. All pain that could come to me physically was concentrated on this one spot. It was as harmful as plunging a sword into your own heart. Percy, Annabeth and Grover looked away as my vulnerability consumed my body. It tore at my flesh like a hungry wolf finding food for the first time in months. I couldn't breathe. The gash on my Achilles spot slowly grew bigger and bigger until it reached down to my waist on my left side. I was dying. But the power surging inside of me, that was gone too. Kronos would not return.

"Good...blade," It burned like I had my own personal wildfire in my throat when I spoke.

Percy came and knelt next to me, his face white with worry. I found it ironic that he was worried about the man who led Kronos's army, but I also found it strangely comforting. Annabeth and Grover followed. They both had tears lingering at the corners of their eyes, threatening to spill over any minute.

I had to tell Annabeth. I looked deep into those startlingly grey eyes and gathered my energy.

"You knew. I almost killed you, but you knew . . ."

"Shhh." Her voice wavered and I thought she was going to cry, but the strong girl held it together. "You were a hero at the end, Luke. You'll go to Elysium."

I shook my head weakly. "Think . . . rebirth. Try for three times. Isles of the Blest."

Annabeth sniffled. "You always pushed yourself too hard."

I held up my hand, willing her to hold it. She gingerly pressed her fingertips to mine.

"Did you..." I coughed, pushing myself to ask. You're going to die, I told myself. Do you want to find out the truth or not?

"Did you love me?"

Annabeth wiped her tears away. "There was a time I thought... well, I thought..."

She looked at Percy, and in that moment I could see she loved him. The look on Percy's face echoed hers.

"You were like a brother to me, Luke," she said softly. "But I didn't love you."

I just nodded weakly, wincing at the movement of my broken and dying body.

"We can get ambrosia," Grover said. "We can—" "Grover," I gulped, feeling that my time left was short. "You're the bravest satyr I ever knew. But no. There's no healing..." Another cough.

I turned my attention to Percy. He had been oddly silent this entire time, quite unusual for him. I gripped his arm as firmly as I could. He probably barely felt it. "Ethan. Me. All the unclaimed. Don't let it.. don't let it happen again." Breathing was almost impossible now. I couldn't manage any more words, so I pleaded with my eyes.

"I won't," He said, his voice cracking. "I promise." I nodded, and then everything slowly faded away. I was floating up, up, up, and darkness was pestering to envelope me. I relented, and let it come.