A/N: this is my first ever fanfiction. i plan to make this one go far. UNFORTUNATELY currently i only have chapters one and two typed. i have 1-7 penciled (handwritten), but due to some current circumstances, i cannot post all that often. like.. rarely. in fact i actually can only rarely visit the site. lUCKILY what i CAN do is i can email my typed chapters to my girlfriend, who can post them on her computer. this wont be super often, but it will be more often than a blue moon, which is how often i could post them myself. SOdont worry, more is coming. Fluff and romantic stuffs will not be for a while, but soon...ish

and now the disclaimer thing. i unfortunately do not own any of the characters except for the ones i made up, and i do not own any of the names except the ones i made up. most characters belong to rick riordan, who is completely awesome. some names belong to him, and some to kingdom hearts 1&2 and some to final fantasy games. but only the names for the KH and FF ones, the characters are my own.

basically i own nothing but the ideas. HA NOBODY CAN SUE ME NOW... i think.

so yeah. imma try to be as consistant as i can but PLEASE remember that this is my first fanfiction.. well actually the first of any stories ive written. imma little new to the world of writing. SO ok: time for thank you's

thanks a million to Ambs15, the writer on here that inspired me to write a percy fanfic.

thanks to my girlfriend, Cristina, who will most likely be posting most of my stories for me (just posting, i'm the writer)

and thanks so much to YOU. the reader. it means a lot that you're reading my story.

and i probaby bored u with a long A/n. SOO imma let you read. Enjoy.

The Loss of a Hero: Chapter One

Annabeth POV

"Run, Annabeth, run!" Percy shouted beside me.

"Did you think I was just going to stand around?!" I yelled back. "Honestly! I'm not stupid!"

"Then what do you call angering that swarm of Anemoi Thuellai?"

I glared at him as we started to run, side by side, away from a large group of killer storm spirits. In that moment, I missed seeing a root sticking out of the ground and I tripped over it, hearing a CRACK. I knew at once that my ankle just broke. The storm spirits got closer, and we both realized that Percy have to fight to protect me. He curses and draws Riptide. I try to count the storm spirits, but with their forms breaking up and whirling around, it's quite challenging; but I estimate about twenty or more. Normally that's no problem for Percy, with his Achilles strength and skill. But he also has to protect me, and he doesn't have his armor so his Achilles spot is exposed, and if a storm spirit so much as scratches him there… No. I don't want to think about it.

As if he read my mind, Percy looked at me, then encased himself in watery armor. He nodded at me, and I return it weakly, then he headed into battle.

If I had known what was to happen during that battle, I would have had Percy carry me and keep running. I didn't, though, only because we had to protect the newer campers, who were pretty much the only ones at camp during the winter. Storm spirits are hard to battle; those kids, inexperienced as they were, wouldn't last a second. The spirits were too close now to outdistance, so the battle had to be fought here.

Percy conjured up his own storm, but the Anemoi Thuellai were right at home with storms, and they attacked relentlessly. As Percy fought, I took some ambrosia, probably more than I should have, but I could walk slowly with some sort of crutch… I looked around and picked up a large stick. Perfect. I hobbled away, hoping to find a way to use an Iris-Message to get word to Chiron and the senior campers.

That was my first mistake.

As I made the call with a rainbow from the mist, I turned and saw a storm spirit sneak up behind Percy.

"Percy, behind you!" I screamed, and started hobbling toward him.

That was my second mistake.

For the brief moment he looked my way, the storm spirit closed the distance between it and Percy.

I could only watch as it slashed and hit Percy in the small of his back, breaking through his water-armor and sliced into the one vulnerable point that meant certain death.

"No! PERCY!" I screamed as I moved as fast as I could toward him, then had to hold up an arm to shield myself as Percy transformed into a supernova.

When the heat and the glare died down, he was lying on his back, surrounded by ash and monster dust, having vaporized the storm spirits. I finally got to him and tried pulling him upright, be he was slipping.

"I'll get you back to camp. We can get ambrosia-" I started to say, but he cut me off by slowly shaking his head, coughing blood.

"There's nothing that can save me now," he said, through dry, bloody lips.

"Percy, you can't leave us! We need you! … I need you."

"Not like I have much choice… goodbye, Annabeth." He smiled at me, then he closed his eyes and went limp.

Chiron and the senior campers came after some time, I don't know how much, and they found me holding the lifeless body of Percy Jackson, the most powerful demigod of the age, now dead in my arms.

The next evening, we buried Percy in his shroud. It was a beautiful combination of deep blue with sea green trim, with gold tridents along the edge. His body and shroud sank into the earth in a casket, and I was sobbing uncontrollably.

When I finally looked up, I saw that I wasn't the only one. Almost every camper, including the summer campers that had come, was in tears. Even Chiron, who had seen many heroes come and go, was crying along with the rest of us. There were some new campers sitting around looking uncomfortable; they didn't know who Percy was and what he meant to us all. I felt sorry for them. They would never be able to know him, never be able to have his guidance and friendship.

And I…I would never again hear his voice or taste the saltiness of his lips again…Oh Gods. I choked back a sob. Seaweed Brain, why did you have to leave me? And then, I couldn't hold it back and I began sobbing again. The best thing in my life- no, in all of our lives- was gone. I could not believe how quickly he was ripped away from us all… I was the only one there to say goodbye before he died… I was the only one who got to share his last moments with him…that only got my emotions jumbled up. I was somewhat happier because of those things, that I was able to do them, but I didn't want them to have had to happen in the first place.

I wasn't ready to let go of him, I wasn't ready to lose the one I cared for most. I thought about it, then realized, I never would have been ready. None of us would ever have been ready. None of us would have ever wanted him to go. Any time would have been too soon, but this time was much more so. He was only 18. That's too young to die, even for a hero. Especially for that particular hero. The one we all looked up to. The one who always took care of others before taking care of himself. The one who would give his own life in order to save someone else's. And that is exactly what he had done.

I cursed myself. If only I had been a little quicker, If only I hadn't tripped, If only I had stayed by his side, he would still be here… I shook my head. Percy wouldn't want me to beat myself up.

One by one the other campers gradually calmed themselves out of crying, and slowly started trickling back to their cabins. I stayed, though. The last to go was Chiron who, having no words of encouragement, gave me a hug, though I'm pretty sure it was for both of us. Then he turned and slowly went back to the Big House.

I stayed by Percy's grave all night. There was no way I would leave that place. Eventually, I fell asleep, and I had dreams of the most wonderful person in the world…

End of Chapter 1