Disclaimer: I do not own this amazing franchise know as Percy Jackson. All rights go to Rick Riordan, the author of Percy Jackson, and his publishing company whom he most likely sold the rights to. This story is written purely for my own entertainment with nothing to do with profit or recognition. "I write what I want to write, I write what amuses me, it's totally for myself."- J.K. Rowling.
Beckendorf's eyes met Percy's with long, pleading glances.
Get out, he begged. Get out of here and win this war for me and tell Silena I love her.
Strong hands gripped at the scrunched up photo in his hands to remind him that she was there. There, not back at Camp or with her mortal father, hanging onto Beckendorf with all her strength. There, there, there, there, there. Always would Silena be with him.
"Monster dust is very attractive," the daughter of Aphrodite had said as she gently poked her precious 'Charles'. "So be sure to bring some home for me, kay Charles?" That was her way of telling him that he'd best be returning with a couple hundred monsters under his belt. If he was honest, Beckendorf really just wanted to runaway from the war and bring his sweetheart with him so that they could live in peace on a forge near a huge forest with doves, something that would make them both very happy.
But they couldn't; both were loyal to the gods and both could never leave their siblings behind to fight in this battle. Beckendorf had to be there protecting and helping them until the day they turned Kronos to dust in the harsh wind.
Raising his free arm, Beckendorf slammed it down on the watch he had; a few things happened at once. Percy through his sword, a dracaena hissed in confusion and Kronos let out a harsh wail or irritation. Just a second later, water warped around Beckendorf like an immense snake pulling him down. For a second, he panicked before relaxing into the water grip, allowing Percy's powers to pull him overboard so that he fell through the sky like a blazing comet.
The water was cold as Beckendorf melted into it, falling slowly to the depths.
Another snake, this of air, circled around Beckendorf, coming to rest around his head so that he could breathe; it followed him as he sank lower.
Percy! Beckendorf realized as he saw the still mass sinking farther past him. Something stopped him from trying to swim after, perhaps the knowledge that nothing could kill the son of Poseidon in his own element. He melted into unconsciousness.
Yet just before, strong, warm arms circled his torso and began to pull him through the dark water.
"Charlie!" There was a happy shout from the approaching campers.
Beckendorf smiled ruggedly back. "Sorry, baby. No monster dust. The ocean kind of ruined the golden-dust affect.
She just kissed him.