Hey guys, it's me! Here's an angsty one. I'll actually be posting this paragraph by paragraph for a little while. I think it makes it...sink in a little more. But I'll post the first two or three tonight!
I don't own any of these characters, they all belong to Rick Riordan!
Leo, Hazel, Frank, and Nico had told them especially that they were sorry that they had to be standing there, burning the shrouds of the son of Poseidon and the daughter of Aphrodite. Their other friends did too. Sally, Paul and Tristan had shown up and Annabeth had to pretend she wasn't wanting to drive straight to DOA Recording Studios and demand for her best friend and boyfriend back. She, Sally, Paul, Tristan, Jason, Grover, Tyson and Chiron were still standing there long after everyone else had left. Annabeth and Jason were leaning on each other, the only ones who knew each other's sorrow.
They both had beautiful shrouds. Piper's was a deep pink, still honoring her mother, but everyone knew she never loved the color. It was embroidered with what everyone knew was her dagger, Katoptris. When Annabeth saw Percy's shroud, she burst into a fresh round of horrible, wracking sobs. It was made of long sea green silk and was embroidered with a trident, just like when she had to burn his shroud after everyone had presumed him dead when they were fourteen, but this time it was shot through with gray silk strands. She remembered talking to him about that. They agreed if they died while fighting, their shroud would have the color of the other's godly parent weaved in. Percy and she never believed it would happen, though. After surviving Tartarus, this was how he died?
It was a monster attack. It was always a monster attack. Annabeth, Percy, Jason and Piper had gone on their last quest, they all promised it would be. When they thought they had been home free, heading back to camp, that's when the monster attacked. They should've never let their guard down, they all knew it. They were by the coast, only a mile away. By the time the battle was nearly done, the ocean was about 6 feet away. And then Annabeth had heard Percy's scream of anguish. It broke her heart in two when she saw him, a huge gash in his side and the sand quickly turning dark red underneath him. The most ironic thing about was as she ran to him, knowing his eyes would be dark, the water came and swallowed his body up, turning him into sea foam.
She no longer heard the monster, not even in the background, so Annabeth knew it was defeated. She expected that Piper and Jason would come over any second, but they didn't. She turned around and saw Jason, tears streaming down his face and ran over. Piper was lying next to him, the son of Jupiter had an arm outstretched, but he couldn't seem to touch the body next to him. That's when it hit Annabeth; her best friend and boyfriend were now dead. She fell to the ground next to Jason and they both started sobbing violently. Lightning cracked the sky in violent arcs, thunder started booming in Annabeth's ears. The two of them sat there leaning against each other for what seemed like forever, though it couldn't have been longer than half an hour.
Finally, she and Jason mustered enough strength to stand and pick up Piper's body. Jason flew them back to camp, neither saying a word. There were silent tears streaming down their faces, eyes flickering to the other every so often. They collapsed in the center of the camp with their friends crowding around them, grins across their faces only for a split second. Jason's storm had followed him and drenched everyone in a matter of minutes. No one expected the two of them to say or do anything, and they didn't. They looked up into everyone's faces and walked away, leaning heavily on each other.