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He was crying and it was all because of her.

Why did Annabeth have to leave him? He felt it was his fault, because he hadn't been able to save her. Whoever's fault it was didn't matter though. It didn't change the fact that she was gone forever.

It was 3 nights before their wedding, and they were walking down an empty California street from the movie theater when the hydra attacked. Both being experienced monster fighters, Percy and Annabeth spread out and prepared to take on the monster. The battle shouldn't have lasted long, but they were both exhausted from making wedding plans. This sleepiness soon affected their battle skills.

Annabeth stepped too close, and the hydra bit her side, immediately poisoning her, and she fell.

"NO!" Percy screamed. Before the hydra could finish her off, he willed a huge ball of water out of thin air, made of all the water vapor in the air within a mile's distance. Percy then encased the hydra inside the ball and increased the water pressure until the hydra was literally crushed into nothingness.

Not even stopping to wonder what he had done, Percy rushed to where Annabeth was laying. He checked her wound, which was deep and a dark green because of the poison. He laid her in the water and willed it to heal her, but all it did was lessen the pain enough so that they could have their final words.

"Percy…..I'm sorry we couldn't get married…."Annabeth whispered softly.

Percy choked back tears, and replied, "Don't say that! We both know that you'll survive."

"Percy, don't lie to yourself. I'm dying."

Percy realized that Annabeth was dying. There was nothing he could do for her. This feeling of hopelessness made him completely break down in tears. The one person who had made him truly happy was leaving him. One of the few people that had really loved him was dying.

"Percy."

Even when she was dying, Annabeth had that same strong, firm voice. That all but reminded Percy of just how much he loved her.

Percy snapped up and wiped away tears. "Yes? Annabeth, what is it?"

"Percy, I want to tell you that once I die, don't cling to the past. I want you to move on. I had loved you ever since you pulled me away from the Siren's bay, and when Mt. St. Helens exploded, I thought I lost you forever. I clung to what I thought I had left of you and ended up falling into a pit of despair. Only your return pulled me back out. I won't come back, so I want you to move on so that you don't stay in that pit forever. It was worse than Tartarus. Please, once I'm gone, don't forget me, but move on."

Once she had finished, Percy just wasn't sure how to reply. He just couldn't believe that this was happening, that he wanted it all to be just a bad dream.

Annabeth coughed up blood. "Percy…"

"Yes, Annabeth?"

"I…love…you…"

Percy swallowed. "I love you too Annabeth, with all my heart and soul."

It was too late. The lights went out of Annabeth Chase's stormy grey eyes before she could hear Percy's last words too her.

As Percy watched her eyes dim, he realized that Annabeth would never, ever again call him Seaweed Brain.

She was crying, and it was all because of him.

Why did she agree to go to that dance with him? It was stupid, but she just wanted to do something a normal mortal would do, if even just for once.

Preston, the new kid at the Apollo cabin, had asked Thalia out to his school prom and prepared to receive a good old Hunter's slap to the face. Thalia's answer surprised him.

"Sure thing, but only as your friend." Thalia said with a slight smile.

Later that night, they were at Central Park, sitting on a bench. They were just having a small talk about life, monsters, trying not to die. You know, typical half-blood stuff. Thalia asked about camp, and Preston asked about the Hunters.

Now they were showing each other constellations in the sky. Preston pointed out Leo, Heracles, and Sagittarius. Just as Thalia pointed out the constellation of Zoë, the last Lieutenant, there was a flash of light behind them.

"Thalia Grace, just what do you think you're doing?"

It was Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt.

Thalia jumped up. She stammered, "Lady Artemis, I can explain-"

Artemis gave her an icy look. "There is no need for explanations. I can see for myself what is going on here." She turned to Preston. "As for you, boy I will let you live. Now get out of my sight."

Once Preston was out of sight, Artemis turned her attention back on Thalia. She was no longer a twelve year old girl; now she was a 10 feet tall angry goddess.
"Thalia, what were you doing? You of all people, to break your vow…" Artemis shook her head, disgust written across her face.

Thalia shuffled her feet. "My lady, it is not like it seems-"

Artemis interrupts her. "I know what I saw, Thalia Grace. You have no need to explain your actions."

Thalia felt angry. How could Artemis get the wrong idea? The Hunters was her life. Suddenly, Thalia felt a pang of guilt. While she knew she probably shouldn't have gone with Preston, she had been enjoying herself for the past evening.

"THALIA GRACE!"

Thalia jumped. She had never seen Artemis so angry. She was so livid that her aura flickered around her, threatening to turn into her true form.

Artemis gave Thalia another cold glare. "For breaking your vow, I hereby banish you from the Hunt. You will be mortal once more, and death shall chase you forever more until the end. Now, be gone!"

With a wave of Artemis's hand, Thalia blacked out.

Percy had now brought Annabeth back to her father's house. When Mr. Chase had seen her body, we fell back into his chair, biplanes all but forgotten and scattered across the floor. Mrs. Chase tried to comfort Mr. Chase as tears began to roll down his cheeks.

All Percy could think about was guilt. He was afraid that Annabeth's father and stepmother would blame him for his death. However, he just couldn't get himself to leave the room. He just fell into the closest empty chair and began to cry harder than he ever had in his entire 23 years of life.

Olympus, 1:00 am

Hades rushed up the stairs to Athena's office. However heartless the other gods thought he was, they were wrong. When she arrived in his land, he knew that he had to tell Athena. She had to know. Besides, she had been the kindest to him, besides Poseidon. Her favorite daughter dead…

As Hades turned the corner, he nearly crashed into Zeus.

"Hades? What brings you to Olympus? You aren't supposed to be here." Zeus asked with a stony face.

Hades looked Zeus in the face. "Zeus this is an emergency. Where is Athena?"

Zeus raised an eyebrow. "She is inside the throne room. But why-"

Hades ran off in the direction to the throne room. He didn't even pause as Zeus ordered him back to answer his question. Once he had reached the building, he burst through the doors, and found a rare scene: Poseidon and Athena having a nice conversation.

Poseidon smiled a shocked smile. "Brother! What brings you here this early in the year?"

"Yes uncle, what brings you here?" Athena asked.

Hades swallowed. Good thing Poseidon was here as well. His son, after all, was her boyfriend.

"Athena…Poseidon…I come bearing grave news…" Hades started.

Poseidon suddenly looked alert. "Did one of the Titans escape their prisons?"

"No, 'tis much worse…" Hades looked Athena in the eye. "Athena, your daughter Annabeth…has died."

Hades and Poseidon could only watch as Athena fell back onto her throne…and began to cry.