A/N: THIS STORY WAS PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS A SERIES PF HIGH AND LOW MOMENTS, BIT I CHANGED THE TITTLE TO "THE BATTLE OF LIGHT AND DARK" FOR OBVIOUS REASONS

"And I bleed when I fall down
I'm only human
And I crash and I break down"

Christina Perri, "Human"

"Funny how the good ones go
Too soon, but the good lord knows
The reasons why it gets
Sometimes the greater plan is kinda hard to understand
Right now it don't make sense
I can't make it all make sense"

Luke Bryan, "Drink a Beer"

A/N: This will be sad. If you can't handle very sad things, please, don't continue.

Percy's POV

I had a hole in my chest that would never, ever close up. I was a bottomless pit, Tartarus had nothing on me. Despair and depression happens when you lose the person that's been you r other half for so long. She's been my everything for 60 years, and I've known her for even longer. She was my friend, my family, my enemy, my lover. Everything. When our daughter was born my heart didn't split in two, it grew to fit them both. My mother was my wisdom, my girlfriend and later my wife was my support and my love, and my daughter was my happiness and a reminder of my childhood self. I couldn't live without any of them.

When my mother died it took a year to feel like myself again. One of the only reasons why I managed to climb out of my hole, was my four year old daughter.

"Daddy, you gonna be 'kay. We gots to be happy! Smile Dadda! Do it! I'm demhandin' you!" Her lovableness brought light to my darkness. My wife helped me more than I can express.

My wife! I started to cry harder. Seeing the dismal black clothes and faces was just too much to bare. Slow, gentle music played from the speakers and the casket sat at the front of the room. It loomed over me like the many monsters I defeated. I may be an old man, but I still have some fight left in me. So I will defeat this demon. Annabeth deserves a final goodbye. Oh, my wise girl! Even as her hair turned gray I saw her bouncy blond curls, and her stormy grey eyes always stayed the same, forever reflecting her mother, of a past that left a mark on us forever. We taught our daughter Greek. When she turned fifteen, we told her of our past.

We named our daughter the Greek word for sunrise, ανατολή, Anatolí in English. We called her Ana. When she grew into her shiny personality, I called her 'my little sunshine' because the sun seemed to reflect in her sea-green eyes. When she was sad her curly blond hair hid her face and those teary green eyes like a cloud covering the sun on a rainy day.

The roll of the eyes my wife always did when I played princess with our daughter always made me laugh. I would get a thousand more head aches from that stupid tiny tiara if I could see that adoring look on my wife's face when she thought I wasn't looking.

I would wear that stupid tutu and sit in that little tiny chair two thousand more times if I meant I could hear that, sweet, innocent, laughter my daughter produced when I sat on "her imaginary friend Gianna". All the happiness floated in my mind, but didn't reach my heart, where it desperately needed to light up that dark, lonely bottomless place. My daughter walked over to me and handed my a tissue box she was using. She was now 45, her husband, Mike, followed closely behind her.

They had tried to have kids five years ago, but they learned that they couldn't. They have been wanting to adopt, but they haven't because they were still recovering from the drama of being told they couldn't have their own child.

"Sunshine." I said softly as Ana melted into my arms.

"Hey Daddy." She said. I then melted into her arms. We traded roles. For the first time since my mother died, my daughter was doing the hugging, and I was the one being held.

"Anatolí Sally Jackson, I love you." I told her. I only spoke her full name if I was yelling at her, or trying to tell her something very serious, and I am obviously not yelling now. She melted into me for the second time, and this time there was not supporting. There was only one clinging to another. One making the other stronger, one plus one equal two. I would be lost without my little sunrise, my little sunshine.

"Daddy, I already talked to mamma, it's time." Ana said was we pulled back I looked at her with tears in my eyes. I will defeat my demon and say farewell to my love.

"Okay." I said softly and blew my nose with the tissues my daughter gave me. She then blew her nose and whipped off her running mascara.

I walked up to the ominous casket and looked inside. Inside was a hollowed, stilled angel. She looked like her. She was wearing her dress and her owl earrings, but she was empty. Those glittering grey eyes were closed, that beautiful smile was absent from her beautiful face. So different yet so the same.

A tear fell from my cheek, and on to this angel's face. It fell on to her cheek and it looked like she was crying my tear. I could tell she was crying for me and her daughter, and what she did to the people she had to leave behind. My amazing wise girl would never be sad because she left something behind, she would be sad that they had to go through that pain because of her. She was so selfless.

Suddenly, words were found for my feelings. "She," I said in a shaky voice. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Annabeth was called many things. First, a daughter. Next, a friend, and three years later, a girlfriend." I paused and smiled to myself, those were the best days. But both worse and better was to come.

I wish the mortals weren't here at this moment, because Annabeth was so much more. Athena's daughter, architect, dagger wielder, demigod, hero, wise girl. I found the strength to continue.

"Then ten years later, because I'm an insecure, unsure idiot, she was a fiancée and then a wife." I said. Hey I'm sea weed brain, I have to give at least one joke a night. I got watery smiles in return. "I can hear Annabeth laughing above me." I mumbled. I took a deep breath, and willed myself to go on.

"When we got married, she was given all these new names. Daughter-in-law, married, joined by a ring. She looked so beautiful walking down that ile. She looked just as beautiful a week ago, too. Man, let me tell you, that honeymoon is burned into my mind."

"Three years later, she became a mother. When I put our beautiful daughter in her arms," I looked directly at Ana, "I had never seen the look in her eyes. The looks she gave me paled in comparison. It was beautiful, they both were." I said as silent tears fell down my face. Silent tears fell down my daughter's face as well.

"Through the years, I watched her grow, even while she was loosing inches. Every day she grew more beautiful, at least in my eyes. My only regret for her, is that..." The tears were overflowing now, I didn't know if I could continue. "Is that..." I tried again. Third times a charm. "Is that, I'm going to become a Grandfather in the future, and she's not going to be here to be a grandmother with me." I finished.

"Annabeth died in her sleep, beside me." I told them shakily. It's crazy that after fighting countless gods, giants, monsters, and titans my wife dies in her sleep. Crazy good. Thank the gods.

"I think it's more peaceful. I hope she was smiling when she left this world, thinking of her daughter, and holding my hand." I said as I sucked in a breath. I sat down as I watched them close the casket.

I prayed to all the gods I knew that she wore the chocker necklace that Ana gave her when she died. It was silver with a small chain with a silver infinity sign. In each loop was a small heart. Ana had said that "my love for you goes on for infinity." I also prayed that she had her Camp Half Blood necklace, which had my wedding band on it. Her wedding band matched mine, plain silver. Mine was a little thicker than hers. Both of our rings had the word "forever" engraved on the inside. That was the only word needed.

Selfishly, I hoped against all hope that she had my engagement ring on her left ring finger. Annabeth had begged me for the ring to be simple. It was perfectly polished silver with a fairly sized diamond surrounded by three aquamarine stones on each side. On the inside was engraved "Our love is immortal".

I hope she was wearing her mother's owl earrings. I hope she was wearing the bracelet her father gave her with Greek symbols and architect symbol charms. That she was holding the rose Mike, Ana's husband, gave her for Valentine's day. I prayed that she was wearing the necklace that had the symbol of Olympus on one side, and the symbol of Athena on the other. I know I never took of my matching necklace that night. Mine had the symbol of Olympus on one side, and then symbol of Poseidon on the other.

I hope she had on the rings her brothers gave her. One was a black heart from Bobby and one white heart from Matthew. Both has sister inscribed on the inside. They may have annoyed the heck out of her, but they were family through and through. Both were in their sixties now.

I prayed she had a bracelet on her other wrist, it had a charm from each of our friends. They included Thalia, Piper, Hazel, Nico, Frank, Jason, Grover, Chiron, Leo, Tyson, Ella, and Rachel, yes Rachel, and Reyna. Thirteen in total, deemed a lucky number. I had a matching, but more "manly" version of the same bracelet.

Finally, I hope she was wearing the two pins my mother and her mother both gave her, without knowing they were both giving her pins. The one my mother gave her was a silver leaf to symbolize prosperity. The one her mother gave her was also silver, and was a star, to symbolize staying happy or "staying high up in the sky like a star".

Everyone she ever knew made her who she is and was. Annabeth, wise girl, mom, my wife once told me that I made up the most of her, and I'm proud to be the person who got to shape this beautiful woman.

A/N The next chapter will be a different version of this chapter, what would happen if everything in this chapter was exactly the same, except Percy dies and Annabeth was left behind.