A/N: First fanfic here, people. This may end up being the prologue for an PJO/HP crossover I've been wanting to do for awhile. (Though there is nothing HP in this.) Or it could just sit here as a post-HoO one-shot. It depends on whether I can actually stop being lazy for a change.
Disclaimer: Hmm. Am I a literary genius? No. Most importantly, do I own Percy Jackson? The answer to that, my friends, is sadly a no.
Water.
Waves.
Sand.
He is at Montuak, just like he has been many time's since the year he arrived on this planet as a squalling, red-faced baby.
It's his safe haven, his safe haven from all that has happened in the last year. Or has it been years? Percy never was good with dates. He never was good with anything much but killing monsters. He always left the rest for Annabeth. She is... gods. He did it again. It was just so hard.
The last time he had visited the cabin was the summer before Annabeth... left. That's what he decides to call it. Leaving. It's so much easier than saying that she... she... he still couldn't talk about it. He couldn't even think about it. About that word. That word that has taken so much from him. Beckendorf, Silena, Conner, Jason, Piper, and countless other friends. That word that will one day -a day that seems to be arriving much sooner than it should- take his mother from him. That word, THAT WORD, that took his wonderful, amazing, beautiful Annabeth from him.
Percy would've killed that word, if it was possible to kill a word. He would've torn it apart, erased it from it's pages, and ripped it into pieces. Pieces so utterly small, that no one- not even all the kings horses and all the kings men- could ever put it back together again.
That word. That word that looks so meaningless if you just scramble up it's letters, that means nothing if you can't read the language in which it is written. That word that frightens so many, that brings so much grief. God, Percy hated that word. That stupid 5 letter word. That word that completely and forever ruined his life.
That word.
Death.
AN: I don't write. Ever. EVER. So sorry if this is a complete fail. It was just a random thing I did in less than ½ an hour because I was mad and felt like killing some people. Sorry 'bout that, all you characters who are unexpectedly on your way to Elysium.