Okay, this is basically a letter that Percy wrote if he ran away from camp after the war. It's a simple one-shot. I might create a sequel. Might. It depends if anyone wants me to do one. :)

Dear Annabeth,

It all started that day.

That day when I found out about the prophecy.

Do you remember that day?

I had been so scared...

The weight of the world pressing down on me.

Yet what could I do?

Nothing.

It was fate, it was destiny.

I never asked for it.

I never wanted it.

But no, I had no choice.

So I did the only thing I could.

I put on a mask.

I pretended that I didn't mind.

However sometimes my mask would just slip.

You saw it.

You scolded me.

Said I was a coward.

Maybe I was a coward.

Maybe...

But if I really was, wouldn't I have done something?

Yelled at you...

Ran away...

Hide from my destiny.

But of course I didn't do that.

I just ended up having to steel myself.

During the war...

I fought, I attacked, I killed.

I said I was fine when I really was not.

It was so tiring, so painful.

I saw my comrades die.

Do you know how guilty I felt?

Here I was alive and well.

But out there...

My comrades, my friends, my family…

They were fighting.

They were tired and hurt.

But they still fought on.

For what?

I still don't know.

Were they fighting for Olympus?

Were they fighting for a better life?

Were they fighting for our future?

I don't know.

Maybe they were fighting for that and more.

I didn't understand.

Then that day came.

Kronos, he came and attacked us.

We were trapped in the Empire State Building.

Outside our allies fought.

Hades himself came to our aid.

This was it the final stand.

We ran.

Me, you, Grover and Thalia.

We needed to save Olympus.

Yes, needed.

Inwardly, I still didn't know what I was fighting for.

You guys never noticed.

Soon, we had reached the Throne room.

Thalia wasn't with us.

She had gotten hurt protecting us.

It was my fault for being so inexperienced.

At the throne room Kronos threatened to destroy my father's seat of power.

I couldn't let that happen.

Poseidon was my father after all.

We fought for a while.

Kronos got injured.

Ethan Nakamura betrayed Kronos to try and kill him.

It didn't work.

He ended up dying.

Another life loss due to this war.

I hated it.

But I hated myself more for not being able to save him.

Kronos had simply laughed.

Then he attacked again.

He disarmed me and tried to kill me.

But then you saved me.

You distracted him.

You made Luke fight back against Kronos.

In the end, Luke won that fight.

You gave me your knife, told me it was the cursed blade.

I didn't know what to do.

To give or not to give?

Had I made the wrong choice the Earth would be doomed.

I was fortunate though.

I made the right choice.

Luke died, but we survived.

Yet, I couldn't help but feel guilty.

Surely there was something else I could have done?

When the gods arrived, they expected a fight...

But they saw us instead.

Saw us standing over the broken body of Luke.

You were so sad.

Then afterwards the gods gifted us heros.

Heros...

A person or character who, in the face of danger and adversity or from a position of weakness, displays courage or self-sacrifice.

I was not a hero was I?

I didn't know.

Then again, I didn't know many things.

When it came to my turn, I was offered godhood.

Such a great gift indeed...

But I didn't accept.

Instead I exchanged that gift for a favour from the gods.

I know you thought that I was doing this for you.

I apologise.

Actually I did it because I was couldn't stand living forever.

Remembering all the lives that I've took or ruined or...

For that I apologise again.

I know everyone thinks of me as some sort of hero.

But I'm not.

And I will never be one.

I'm sorry Annabeth.

But I can't take it anymore.

Camp just isn't right for me anymore.

By the time you get this letter, I'll be long gone.

I'll say I'm sorry for leaving you.

But then again, saying sorry never worked.

From Percy.