GO FORWARD AND BE EATEN.

GO BACK AND REGRET IT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.

NOT MUCH OF A CHOICE, IS IT?

This is my motto. I am a sad person. Oh well.

Okay, so like I said there will be no indesicion on the couples. Yes there will be some jealousy, but mostly from made up charactors or ones that don't matter. These will mostly be happy and/or funny, ( I'll do my best,) but there will be a few sad ones about Annabeth when Percy is missing. Hopefully they will at least warm your heart and remind you that PERCY AND ANNABETH CANNOT, I REPEAT, CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT EACH OTHER. I will not argue on this point. The P.O.V.'s will not have any particular order. I will do my best to make the charactors seem normal, but I'm not going to make anyone seem mean, 'cause this is to reasure both you and me of everyone's feelings, not make us hate them.

I hoped in my first authers note I would impress upon you my amazimg and witty charisma, but I'm on my period so it will have to wait.

I am not Rick Riorden. If I was, you wouldn't need to read this. On with the story!

Luke's P.O.V.

It was quiet. There was no voice in his head telling me to destry my friends.

Well that was new.

I opened my eyes and turned my head to see a knife lying next to my hand. Suddenly everything came flooding back to me. Annabeth hurt. Family. Begging Percy. Knife. Stabbing. Pain. Kronos was gone. I was dying. Crap.

"Good . . . blade." I know, I know. Not exactly a heartfelt and tearfull confession. Hey, cut the guy who is dying some slack.

Percy, Annabeth and Grover crowded around me with tears in their eyes. I though crying for me was rather sweet of them, especially considering how many times I had tryed to kill them and everyone they cared about.

I gazed at Annabeth. "You knew. I almost killed you, but you knew . . ." I always said she was smart.

"Shhh." Her voice trembled." You were a hero at the end Luke. You'll go to Elysium."

I shook my head weakly."Think . . . rebirth. Try for three times. Isles of the Blest." Thanks but no thanks. There are too many people in Elysium who hate my guts to be happy there. I mean, I just got my freaking soul reaped. I deserve a break from pain. Can you feel pain when your dead? I'll have to ask Nico . . . Ahhh, stopid ADHD brain, focus, just at least untill I die.

Annabeth sniffled. "You always pushed yourself too hard." Huh. Force of habit, I guess.

I held up my hand, wincing internaly. It looked like charcoal. But this was more important. I had to make them understand. I had to make sure they were going to be happy. That's all I want for my dearest little sister. Happiness. At first, even when she was only taking care of him after the minotour attack I felt a little jealous of him. I thought she had needed me. Not some kid. Now it's very different. Dying can really change your perspective in life. I mean, I wasn't stupid. You think I didn't see how she took that knife for him? Or how he rushed to protect her? They just need a little push in the right direction. Meaning, confessing their feelings. Kids these days.

Annabeth touched my charred fingertips.

"Did you . . ." I broke off coughing and tasted blood, then continued."Did you love me?" I was sure of Percy's feelings, but she had to say it for herself.

Annabeth wiped her tears away. "There was a time I thought . . .well, I thought . . ." She looked at Percy, and he looked at her, and they stayed staring at each other, drinking the others presence in, like they were the only ones that mattered to the other. Which, of course was perfectly true. Just best friends my bloody ass. Grover shifted uncomfortably and I idly wondered what the gods would think if they charged in here, ready for battle, only to find those two making out directly above my mangled corpse, with Grover looking on . . .Ahhh, focus!

Finally, they broke their gaze. Good thing too, it was getting awfully hot in here.

"You were like a brother to me, Luke," she said softly. " But I didn't love you."

I could have sworn, for just a second, I saw Percy smile, but when I looked back, it was gone.

I nodded in relief, then winced. Note to self: if you ever stab yourself in your mortal spot, don't move until you die. That was a stupid thing to say. Maybe the blast knocked some of my brains out. I wouldn't be suprised.

Back to the previous topic of discusion, I had totally expected, and even hoped for that answere. Isn't it so that opposites attract? Annabeth was my little sister, but nothing more. I saw both her and Thalia in the Styx, back when we were on the run. Best years of my life. But I bet when Percy went in, he saw Annabeth and only Annabeth, and not as a little sister. I trust them to take care of each other. And if he doesn't, I'll beat him up, curse of Achilles or no. Bet she knows where his mortal point is too. Seems like the kind of thing he'd do.

"We can get ambrosia," Grover said. "We can-"

"Grover," I gulped, well, it did sound tempting, but seriously Grover? I love ya, but a couple o lemon squares ain't gonna cut it." You're the bravest satyr I ever knew. But no. There's no healing . . ."I coughed again. Dammit, I'm running out of time, there's so much I want to say . . .

Percy. He'll say it. He's just impertanent to get away with it.

I gripped his sleeve and his skin felt cold. Or maybe I was hot. It was getting harder to concentrate."Ethan. Me. All the unclaimed. Don't let it . . ." Every thing was getting fuzzy and dark, but he had to promise. He had to make it up to the people I betrayed for me. Right my wrongs and everyone elses, say good bye to Thalia, make sure my mom . . ."Don't let it happen again."

I was angry, and desperate. He had to promise, I was about to slip away.

"I won't, I promise."

And everything went dark.

I was standing next to a river, not the styx, but it was definitely in the underworld.

"You spirit, previously called Luke Castellan, have chosen to be wiped clean of all memories and reborn into the future."

Across the river, I saw a scene of two people in a room with a chair. The man had dark messy hair and smiling green eyes. He walked over to his curly blond haired and grey eyed wife sitting in the chair and bent to kiss her cheek. She smiled and took his hands, pressing them tenderly to her rounded belly. They smiled at each other. Happy.

"This is the new life you have chosen. If you still wish to procede, step into the river, then out to your new life."

Obediently I stepped forward into the river. I could feel my life and sense of self being washed away, like taking a good hot bath, after a long day.

And I stepped out into my new life. A new person.

Well? Do you like it? If so please review, and be harsh and critical. I think I will only be able to update once a week, and next will probably beeeeeeee . . . Okay I'm not sure yet, but hopefully I will choose from my many ideas by the next weekend.

By the way did you guys relize that at the last point in the Son of Neptune it's almost Percy and Annabeths one year anniversery? Think they'll be able to celeberate it if they were seperated for eight or nine of those months?