A/n: Welcome, thou doth read this, are ye fools. Throw your dignities away and dwell in the story to come. Also, merry Christmas people. This is the sequel to 'The Last', in case you have not read it, here's the link: .net/s/6429208/1/The_Last. Enjoy and RRF. =3

Nico's Pov;

Ever since Percy died, Annabeth hasn't been the same. If I dared to ask her something, she would get it wrong, than turn back to stare into space. Her gray eyes aren't what they once were where they had the fire glistening in them. Grover didn't last long after Percy died, for he died because of the empathy link between the two of them. Percy had a different funeral than all the others; he was not burned, but buried in the forests' riverbed. The way things are now are not how they used to be, and it's only been two months since Percy died, so I don't see this depressing aura disappearing anytime soon.

I lay there, staring into space as I do when I'm 'down in the dumps'. Thalia crept towards me and lay down beside me, kissed me on the cheek and gazed up at her fathers' territory, the sky.

"What's the matter, Nico?" She asked anxiously, and I noticed she turned her head towards me from the corner of my eye.

"I'm just curious of how Percy is doing down there, I don't sense his spirit at all. I also wonder what Grover ended up as, him disappearing right after dying. Annabeth hasn't been the same since the incident happened, I mean, I wouldn't either. But, she's just... I don't know." I replied, trying to sound strong. My hands started shaking so I put my arms behind my head casually, hoping Thalia wouldn't notice.

"Oh, it's not that bad. I'm sure Percy's in Elysium, no doubt." She grinned; a bursting fire erupted in my stomach, coveting me with warmth. Her smile could make anyone feel happy and at home.

I smirked. "I guess you're right. I guess Grover could be a soaring redwood tree, towering with pride above anyone else. Or a willow tree; any tree with sense of pride for the environment would be perfect for him." I leaned to Thalia and kissed her lips softly and quickly. I stood up and stretched arms, breaking off my exhaustion and filling me up with energy.

Thalia propped herself on her arm. "And where might you be going?" She asked.

"Oh, just for a walk. You're welcome to join me." I said, strolling away while she quickly caught up, holding my hand.

Annabeth's Pov;

'Why did he die on me?' I ask myself that very question every day but I could never be able to answer it, no matter how desperate I am or how hard I try. I'm sure he's in Elysium, but I can't help but think that he might be sad down there, leading the perfect life... Or death, I'm not in the mood to think. Every day since that day he died everyone keeps trying to comfort me, and every time they do, I would just want to whip their hand away and storm off, trying to find a place where I could think. Some girls from the Aphrodite cabin sympathises for me, thinking they know what love is. The other Aphrodite campers would tease me by saying that I'm becoming emo, punk or goth like Nico and Thalia, just the way I like it. I hate it when people sympathise for me, it makes me feel as if I'm pittied or weaker than they are. Believe me, I would fight them and hand their asses to them if they wouldn't stop. But, worse of all is how I have to look after new campers, showing them around. Leo, Piper, Jason and Xsel, Xsel having a silent 'x', which was made clear when he got here. Leo was a son of Hephaestus, not any old son, but a fire user. Piper was a daughter of Aphrodite, and being the only Aphrodite camper not to sympathise or tease me, she was my favourite. Jason was son of the lord of the sky, brother of Thalia, a blonde different coloured eyed, Percy. Xsel, a son of Poseidon, strongest of the four campers. His arms were bulging as if he was a son of Hephaestus, his personality was one of Ares campers, and his face resembled Percy's more than Jason's did, apart from the hair. His hair was a close-cut, shaved and brown. Apparently Percy looks like alot-

"What're you doing?" Malcolm asked, pouncing towards the bed I was sitting in, interrupting my thoughts.

"Olympus." I lied.

"Must be hard being the architect of Olympus, isn't it?" He sat down on the edge of the bed.

"No, it's delightful, everyday they give you chocolate and maple-covered syrup, just for the hell of it." I sarcastically said, dictating his happiness.

"Ouch, sorry for asking, Sergeant Sarcasm."

"Sergeant Sarcasm?" I asked, curious.

"Is it not Sergeant Sarcasm?" He knitted his eyebrows together. "Because if I'm wrong..."

"I don't think it is, Malcolm." I laid back. "And can you leave please? I'm going to take a nap." I demanded coldly.

"Sure, I need to practice my bow and arrow skills anyway." He said, jumping off the bed and out of the cabin. I rested my head on the bed and as soon as it hit the pillow, it came to me that I would never be able to sleep. It was going to be a long day.

A/n: And thank you for reading the first chapter of the sequel from 'The Last'