Disclaimer: Anything that sounds familiar is taken from The Last Olympian and Rick Riordan. Alana and the plot line are mine.

Chapter One

"Did you..." Luke coughed and his lips glistened red. "Did you love me?"

"Of course I did. You know that." The room quieted immediately as she spoke. They were expecting Annabeth to answer but Alana knew he was talking to her. She moved quickly over to him, hands shaking as she reached to caress his face. "I've loved you since the day I met you." She was well past tears now, her voice beginning to shake along with her hands.

Luke tried to smile through his pain as he went to reach his hand to wipe her tears. "You know I love you too Andi, always have, always will." Alana smiled at the nickname her gave her and leaned down to kiss up. When Luke winced in pain, Alana sat back up and held her hand close to her heart.

"We can get ambrosia," Grover said. "We can- "

"Grover," Luke gulped. "You're the bravest satyr I ever knew. But no. There's no healing…" Another cough.

Percy had come up behind Alana and put his hand on her shoulder, finally understanding her pain throughout the war and why she always looked so sad.

Luke gripped Percy's sleeve and he begged "Ethan. Me. All the unclaimed. Don't let it…Don't let it happen again." His eyes were angry, but pleading too.

"I won't." Percy swore to him. "I promise."

Luke nodded, looked up at Alana, smiled weakly, and she felt his hand go slack in hers.

Alana's body fell to the floor, the sound of her sobs taking over the room. And as she shook with the pain and anger resulting from losing the love of her life, the ground beneath her did as well.

The gods arrived a few minutes later in their full war regalia, thundering into the throne room and expecting a battle. They found, instead, Alana, Annabeth, Grover, and Percy huddled around the body of a fallen hero, the room still shaking as Alana sobbed with Annabeth.

"Percy," Poseidon questioned his son. "What happened?"

"We need a shroud." He announced, his voice cracking with each word. "A shroud for the son of Hermes." At his declaration, the room shook harder as Alana's pain overwhelmed her completely. It was so much, that she passed out in Annabeth's arms.

The Fates came and took Luke's body away and the gods made quick work of repairing the throne room, badly damaged from the fight and from the results of Alana's small earthquake. Apollo attended to Alana and the injured demigods in a room close to the throne room. When everything was fixed and everyone had arrived, the council decided to convene trying to get a handle on what had happened. When they finally arrived at the topic of rewarding the demigods, Alana still hadn't woken up, but they continued without her. After all the other demigods had been acknowledged and rewarded, it was Alana's turn.

"ALANA KNIGHT!" Poseidon announced.

"Uh…Dad? She's not awake yet." Percy remarked quietly.

"Ah yes…Why did she pass out? Was she injured during the fight?"

Apollo answered "No injuries as far as I can tell, and well I am the god of medicine." Everyone rolled their eyes at him. But the demigods each looked very concerned.

"Well then," Poseidon questioned "if she wasn't injured, why did she pass out?"

Annabeth, Percy, and Grover all looked at each other uncomfortably as they each tried to come up with something to say, but unsure how much to disclose. Each second that passed in silence as they said nothing, made the council weary and Zeus annoyed.

"What exactly are you three hiding from myself and the rest of the council?" Zeus ordered an answer from them. "Tell us now!" he bellowed out. Annabeth, shaking, stood up and muttered "When he died, her body started to shake and so did the room. After a while, I don't think her body could handle it anymore and she just passed out."

There was a small gasp from the other side of the room. "Oh my…" Aphrodite was slack-jawed and muttering to herself. "How did I not see this? I should've seen this! Why didn't I- "

"What are you rambling about now?!" Zeus thundered at the goddess, who abruptly stopped talking.

"She loves him…" She breathed out softly. "And he loved her."

The look on Zeus' face could only be described as enraged, while the rest of the council was simply awestruck.

"Get her in here now!" Zeus roared at Apollo, who finally broke out of his stupor and silently went to get Alana.

He woke her at once and quickly explained what was happening. "…and long story short, Aphrodite figured out about you and Luke and now Zeus is pissed off and we need to get you in there now before he explodes." Apollo finished his rant, breathing quite heavily.

Alana was speechless as Apollo dragged her exhausted body behind him to the throne room. As they got closer, the pair could hear Zeus' thunderous voice. "How do we know she didn't betray the Olympians to him? She could've told him everything he needed to know to defeat us!"

"That's my daughter you're talking about!" Poseidon boomed back.

"Zeus, he already had spies at camp! He didn't need her for that. He loved her and she loved him. That's all it was!" Aphrodite tried to reason with him.

"Yes he did! Spies like your daughter, the little traitor's best friend! How do we know they weren't working together to destroy us all?" Athena fired back at the love goddess.

As Alana entered the throne room, all eyes fell on her. Annabeth and Percy ran forward to her, each hugging her as tightly as they could.

"Ah, there she is. The little traitor has finally arrived." Zeus taunted her. Alana couldn't breathe, let alone speak. She felt as if she had been punched in the stomach repeatedly. Luckily, she had her brother to speak for her.

"She's not a traitor! She would never go against the Olympians or Camp Half Blood!"

"Look at her! She's not even defending herself! She knows exactly what she's done. Betrayed us all!" Zeus hissed, his eyes darkening in rage as he stared Alana down.

"She's traumatized Father! She just lost the love of her life, the poor girl is devastated!" Aphrodite pleaded for her.

Tears silently started sliding down Alana's face at the goddess' words. They were just a reminder of the pain she felt when Luke died in front of her, after sacrificing himself to save her and the rest of the world.

"She needs to be punished for her crimes against us!" At this, all the gods began to murmur, unsure of what was to come. "Quiet! As punishment for consorting with the enemy, Luke Castellan, all memories of him will be taken." The room was suddenly silent, save for the cry that escaped Alana's throat.

"Brother! You can't just do that! You don't make these decisions alone." Poseidon argued and there was some agreement with the other gods.

Zeus looked more annoyed at this than anything. "Fine, we'll put it to a vote! All in favor of taking the traitor's memories…"

One by one, every god on the council raised their hand, save for Poseidon, Aphrodite, Apollo, and Hermes. "There! A majority! The girl's memories will be taken." Zeus bellowed triumphantly. His callous grin mocking Alana as her world fell apart.

"No…" she quietly cried out. She fell to the ground sobbing, and once again the pain and anger took over her body and the room shook violently. And yet again, Alana couldn't take it and passed out in her brother's arms.