Hello, this story was inspired by storm-brain's So Many Stories. I fell in love with the idea and had have one simillar. So yes, the idea is not mine, but her's, sorry for the confusion. If you've read the first chapter to my Daughter of Hades story, also know as the Adventures of the Golden Quartet, sorry I haven't posted in a while, but I hope to post the next chapter soon. I hope you like it. - Nico
Disclaimer - I don't, nor will I ever, own Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
Percy Jackson sat their, looking at the blank screen of his laptop. Microsoft Word, the blank page staring at him, the cursor's continuous blinking was getting on his nerves. The internal struggle he was having with himself was intense. To write their stories would be a gift similar to Zoë Nightshades constellation, The Hunter. But he risked everything, exposure, death, and for what, the glory? They're dead anyways, half of his mind argued back, you can change your name, the mortals wouldn't know the better, and the half-bloods would. Thoughts of his friends flooded his mind.
How Grover Underwood was caught in a forest fire, trying to save the nymphs. And even though he was dead, the Curse of Achilles prevented his own death.
Katie Gardener, strangled by a vine plant that her own half-sister grew during the Battle of Manhattan, and how Connor and Travis Stoll were killed getting their friends revenge.
Zoë Nightshade, killed by her own father's hand on the quest to save Lady Artemis, and how he was eternally grateful to her for saving his life so many times.
Clarisse La Rue, her and her long-time husband, Chris Rodriguez, were killed by the Hydra, leaving behind their seven-year-old daughter, Cameron, who was my god daughter and now lived with me. I know, me and Clarisse finally became close friends after the Titan war.
It took nearly a hundred drachmae and hell hounds to take down my good friend, Thalia Grace. She died defending the hunt, while Artemis was away in Olympus, on the day of her birthday, December 22, taking down all of the monsters with her when she left.
Soon it was just Nico Di Angelo and I, we had become close during the years of the Titan war. He still grieved for his sister, Bianca Di Angelo. Nico lasted the longest, but soon meet his faith while on a trip to visit the place were his sister died. Apparently, Hephaestus had rebuilt Talos, so when Nico picked up Bianca's floppy green hat that she had dropped it in the junkyard, he meet the same faith as his sister.
And of course, Annabeth Chase, the love of my life, my one and only. She was killed by Luke/Kronos, right before his fall. I held her in my arms as she died, and told her I loved her, and always had.
I now had a job teaching Greek Mythology at Goode High School, with my step-father Paul. I had only been back to camp once or twice, but didn't even make it past the big house before having to leave. They were there, haunting the place. Grover in the forest, Katie in the fields, Connor and Travis camp store, Zoë at the archery range, Clarisse and Chris in the sword fighting arena, Thalia would linger at her tree or in Zeus' cabin, Nico and Bianca would sit by the fire, and Annabeth would be waiting for at the lake. Were they ghosts? No, figments of my imaginations, memories that had come back to haunt me, definitely.
Finally, I decided what to do. I would give us all happy endings, give them the lives they never had. Looking down at the keyboard, I wrote the first sentence, and no truer words could ever be found.
Look, I didn't want to be a Half-blood.