Dead. They were all dead. Six of the seven, and both camps. Percy was the sole survivor. His mother had disowned him, his father shunned him. He was all alone. Aphrodite watched him from above, the only God or Goddess who still had a place in their heart for him. He stood alone by the lake. She saw him close his eyes.
"Please. I don't know if anyone up there will still care, but I need your help. Give me another chance. I don't care when or where, but I need to try it all over again." Aphrodite's heart fell to the demigod, and she granted his plea. He was surrounded by a pink swirl of light. He didn't move. Then he was gone.