#1: Life goes on

A group of monsters, Dracanae, Hellhound, Empousa, and various others, all face the sea, sensing a presence approaching, one that embodies a challenge, and a possible meal.

It is lonely, being immortal.

Like lightning a blade made of water flies from the surf, looking like it materialized from the wave as if the sea itself had thrown it, tearing the top of a hellhounds head away, leaving its lower jaw and body to disintegrate before it can yelp. The rest of the monsters roar and growl in confusion as a figure emerges from the sea.

Course it wasn't at first, I had many friends as the "great hero" of the prophecy. The rest of the seven were offered the same gift, only a few followed my example. Such a pity too.

His blade materialized from a pen as he casually walked through the water, his clothing dry as bone as he slashed to the side, catching an empousa across the face and giving her an extra wide smile as her head snapped with the blade, her body disintegrating like the hellhound.

First went Jason, surprisingly enough. A caravan was attacked on its way to camp jupiter, a peace offering from Camp Half-Blood and a way to stay connected past the war. Jason offered to escort it, and from the looks of it, tried his best. They say it was attacked by Telkhines, a lot of them, but I doubted it. Looked like wolves, and Lycaon had been gunning for the son of Jupiter for years at that point. Hunters were heard to be on the hunt for him shortly after, doubt it was a coincidence.

The monsters charged, not that it mattered, the tornado of death that was water and bronze ripped and tore through their ranks, monsters brutally maimed as they advanced and fell, the ground being covered in golden dust.

Second was Reyna, another surprise, but an ode to the past. Led by Octavian's old supporters, 23 men assaulted her during a meeting. Unlike the roman emperor this assault was based on, she did not go down without a fight. 23 men came in, 5 men left and were then quickly arrested and executed by the rest of the legion which was now led by Frank alone.

A drakon charged toward the whirling mass of blades and spat poison, squealing in pain and rage as the poison stopped midair and was flung back into its eye, its last sight the sea green blank eyes of its adversary as he thrust down with his blade.

3rd and 4th were Grover and Blackjack. Don't know what happened exactly, they were trying to broker peace with some wild spirits and supposedly were eaten by the spirits guardians. I didn't really care about the details, the forest burned just the same.

A frost giant swung down with its club, and simultaneously broke into ice crystals, not noticing even before death, that his opponent had appeared on his neck and stabbed down.

Piper was in a coma, so I guess she's fifth. Struck down by a rogue minor god, a disciple of Nyx, he took a long time to fall to Tartarus after I was done, or so the monsters have told me in their rage.

Ten dracaena archers moved to fire, before freezing, their faces twisting to ones of agony as they started to steam, the man's hand extended to them, his fingers slowly curling inward.

Nico is still alive, he walks with his husband in Elysium every day, crying every time his hand fades through his best friend's, wishing to bring him back though Will begged him not to.

The hellhounds remind him of better days, with his own hound, big as she was. He hesitates with every swing at one, but they still die, they always do.

Leo of course is hard at work in his forge. Would have been in his thirties by now, like me, but now he is forever in his teens, he and his father laughing and building wonders in their workshops, the laughter almost reaches Leo's eyes. Almost.

Another roar, from behind the man, and he turns to the ocean, a surge of Telkhines charging toward him in rage, their rage palpable as he advances slowly, his blank face contorting, maybe to anger.

Thalia of course is happy in the hunt, her and Artemis act like mother and daughter, something not missed by the rest, who are happy seeing Thalia smile everyday, even if she doesnt when she's alone. She visits me sometimes, sometimes we get along, usually we end up fighting, and we storm off, who knows whose tears are whose.

The water turns on the dolphin dog people, and they cry out in fear as the water drags them under, their water breathing not helping as the water chokes them, snapping their necks.

Annabeth is alive, she hates me of course, but alive. She stays on Olympus with her mother, ignoring my calls, my begging, my crying. I heard she tried to find me after my mother passed, that she was trying to get me to come back to the olympians. I avoided her.

The clearing was covered in gold dust, slowly dispersing with the wind as the figure stood in the middle of it, his dirty face showing streaks of tears as he fell to his knees, looking up at the moon, in all of its full glory. He suddenly bellowed his anguish, his rage, his fear, as his blank face broke finally, and the sea raged along the coast, a hurricane forming a few miles out to sea.

My mortal family is gone, Paul from cancer, my mother and little sister from a car crash. Supposedly all the camps, the hunters, everyone is looking for me. I don't care.

She walked out of the woods, the wind whipping her auburn hair as her hunters followed with difficulty, the wind pushing them back as they aimed their bows at me. Thalia had tears in her eyes. "Perseus jackson, you are to come with us, The council wishes to speak with you."

I spent my time hunting, killing monsters, one after another, after another. I was a legend in tartarus, the god of slaughter, of redemption.

"No." the man simply said, his voice cracking as he sobbed. He turned and his eyes flashed dangerously as he approached Artemis who aimed her bow at his forehead. "Do it, Just finish it mistress of the hunt." he mockingly snapped and pressed his forehead against her arrow, golden ichor dripping from the cut it made.

The hunt supposedly hated me, more so than most, as I was killing more monsters by myself than they were combined, Artemis herself had become irritated with me, supposedly ordering Thalia to drag me back whenever we met. She never did.

The hunters did not know what to do as the man scoffed, and turned away back towards the ocean. "I will go where I please, and unless you think yourself strong enough to handle my rage, you'd be wiser to end it now, with an arrow to the back of my head." he snarled, and slowly walked back into the surf. "Maybe you will catch me moon goddess, someday, and nothing will change the fact that no matter what happens from here to then, that life will go on." his head was almost beneath the waves, "unfortunately so do we." and he was gone, the storm went with him.

Life goes on, the cycle continues. When I finally pass, It will not be quiet, it will be violently, the storms will ruin the planet with my rage, as life goes on, but we do not.