Annabeth Chase laughed.
What a gruff horrible sound. One usually acumponied by hacking coughs nowadays.
She had been through horrors. Terrible ones.
She remembered.
Haha.
She would never forget.
The news she had had to deliver. And the rivers of tears she gad shed.
A real heroes fate. She laughed. Is death. And that was a releif in its own right wasn't it?
The others. They wouldn't suffer like her. Sometimes - on saner days - she would think about how they would be partying down in Elysium, young and happy. And remembering the greatness they had brought to the world. Where she had brought tears and suffering.
"Percy is gone." She had whispered to a worried mother.
"Piper isn't here." She had said.
"Jasons in Elysium now." She had said. Putting reasurung hands on his best friends shoulders.
"Leo is-
"Hazel is-
"Nico is-
"Frank is-
She had repeated and repeated until her brain had become a dark place.
A muted sorrowful place, and plenished with only books. But even they didn't provide the safe burrow that they once had.
She remembered the happy times. Sometimes.
But they only made her hurt more.
Nobody could take her out of this dark pit so like the one she'd fallen into once before.
Not even the ines who were Gone.
Because that would mean all her words for nothing. And all her tears.
And all her laughter.
Annabeth Chase remembered.
And though she'd never forget.
She laughed.
Ha ha ha.