Thank you, Percy, for being my Hero.
Chiron
Chiron could not remember a time when he had been more proud of a hero. Percy Jackson had definitely proven himself as a hero, by finding the lightning bolt, exposing the real thief/thieves, and returning it to the rightful owner, without being incinerated. Alas, he could not show favoritism. Especially with Annabeth around. She would probably scold Chiron. He sighed, and continued to watch Percy spar with Annabeth. He was worried about things to come; the gods had summoned him to Olympus to speak to him about their suspicions. He was worried about Annabeth, too. She did not seem to be taking Luke's, change of heart, let's say, very well. Never mind now, he told himself, worry about how Percy seems to keep reverting to slash at Annabeth's left.
Once again, Percy Jackson had proved himself, albeit by running away from camp to join another camper's quest. Luke was beginning to get quite worrisome. Annabeth seemed to be growing more and more distant. He was thankful to Percy to reinstate him as the Activities Director of camp, of course. Chiron lived to help heroes grow. And telling Percy about his parentage... He was worried that that might change how Percy looked at him. However, Percy as he probably should have known would ever have even thought of that. As for Thalia, well, he hoped her and Percy wouldn't start any civil wars.
Chiron was continually amazed by Percy. By now, he was sure, quite sure, he loved Annabeth. He had, after all, refused to believe that she died. He was, admittedly, a bit amused, when Percy had complained about the fact that, he had taught Thalia how to control the Mist, and why not him? It wasn't nice being appreciated so much and then being shunned aside, sidelined, he said. Well, he hadn't exactly said it, really. Grover told him once, when they were alone, discussing where the Great God Pan might be. Holding up the sky... that was not something any hero could do. Especially with a war waging around them, with their friends and comrades dying. And he had also defeated the Nemean Lion. If Percy kept this up (Chiron hoped he wouldn't, the boy had had enough, but no. It was not possible), he might even complete the twelve Labors of Hercules, and he wasn't even tasked to do them! He regretted the fact that Nico had disappeared, but he felt as though Percy, Annabeth and Grover, were hiding something about him.
The Battle of the Labyrinth. The less said about it the better. Chiron was amused. He could tell Percy was confused. It was really a bit odd, he supposed. He hadn't really expected Annabeth to love Percy. But, then again, he was Percy. The hero had gone to Ogygia and he could have stayed there. He could have escaped all his troubles and stayed there happily for the rest of his life. Yet, he left Calypso to fulfill his destiny. And also, maybe, probably, because of Annabeth.
The final battle had approached. He had seen the way Percy was moved to anger. "What have they done? What have they done to my city?" The loss of Beckendorf had hit the camp hard. He was their solid, strong, rock, to lean on. The Battle of Manhattan was... horrific. It was a miracle so many campers made it out alive. If it weren't for Nico, Will Solace, Lord Hades, and of course, Percy Jackson, he doubted that they would have won this war. Destroying Typhon had taken Percy's convincing Poseidon to help his brethren. Chiron was extremely happy for Perseus, when everything was over. The Aphrodite Cabin and the Ares cabin had both claimed Silena as their own, and Chiron was proud. The campers had taken to referring to Percy and Annabeth as "The camp mascots" or something along those lines. Chiron was, worried when the new Oracle had announced another Great Prophecy. Hopefully, his heroes wouldn't have to deal with it for some time. They deserved some peace and quiet.
Percy Jackson had disappeared. This was uncalled for. Annabeth was getting depressed. And there is the matter of the new roman camper, Jason Grace. And to make things more difficult, he seemed to be Thalia Grace's brother and he has no memory. And Piper, the Daughter of Aphrodite, who seemed to harboring a secret. Leo Valdez, the fire maker. Chiron found it hard to believe that Percy might be at his Roman counterpart's camp. Then again, that might be why the gods had been acting so distant. He couldn't believe this was happening to Percy again. After everything that child had been through... another humongous quest? Now he had to authorize the building of a flying warship, with Festus as its figurehead, so that they could march into an enemy camp which probably had much more military power than they did, and hope that they had their hero. Well, what choice did he have? Camp Half-Blood was not doing very well without Percy. He was like the heart and soul of Camp.
Well, apparently Percy was at the Roman camp. And he was happy there. Chiron was half a mind to let him be there, because he was happy, but then he thought of Annabeth and the inevitable war with Gaea. Chiron thought he couldn't take it anymore. He had seen many heroes suffer, and most weren't able to take it. Percy Jackson had suffered more than most, and Chiron wasn't sure how exactly he was taking it. He didn't want to see his favorite demigod suffer more.
Chiron didn't know much of what was going on during the time they quested, but, Annabeth and Percy Iris Messaged them enough for him know that Percy was alive, he was okay, he made new friends, and was made a praetor within the first three weeks of his time there. He couldn't really blame the Romans; Percy was just a natural leader, even if he didn't like being a leader that much. He was of course, notified of the fact that he had fought and defeated two giants. And, then, immediately proceeded to destroy half of the camp. Typical Percy. And then, he had to fall into Tartarus. Chiron and the entire camp were devastated. Chiron could only imagine how the crew of the Argo II was feeling. Annabeth and Percy were the unofficial, but sort of official, leaders of the quest.
Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase had come out of Tartarus. They had come out, but Chiron wasn't sure they had survived it. Nobody had ever really survived it. He had been told that they never left each other's sides afterward. They would start screaming in the middle of the night, calling for each other. Chiron did not want them to continue, he wanted them to come home, drink some nectar, eat some ambrosia, and probably rest for the rest of their lives, but he knew that wasn't possible. They had faced the arai and that in itself was an impossible feat. Percy almost died, if it weren't for Damasen and Bob the Titan. And, they had managed to close the Doors of Death.
The battle was over. Immeadiately, Chiron went over to check on Percy and Annabeth. They were just holding on to each other. As though afraid, that if one let go, the other might drift away. And they were crying, undoubtedly about the loss of their friend, Leo Valdez. Chiron did not say a single word. He simply moved behind them and hugged them. They stood there like that for some time, disciples and mentor. And Chiron, despite himself, could not help but feel happy, that his children had survived.
After the war, after the many deaths and losses had become bearable, after the Camps were rebuilt (mostly thanks to Annabeth, although Percy never left her), Chiron went to check on them. Annabeth basically lived in Cabin Three, with Percy. Chiron told the harpies to back off. Everyone sat where they wanted to in the mess hall. The harpies continued to appoint curfew, but they stopped shredding people. The evening Chiron went to visit them, was a peaceful one. Everyone had finished with campfire, and was heading back to their cabins. Most of them were probably already asleep. Suddenly, a scream cut through the air. A terrible, deafening, blood curdling scream. And it was coming from the Poseidon Cabin. Almost in a minute, people had crowded around and were calling through the crowd, "Annabeth? Where's Annabeth?" And then Chiron heard Piper's voice, laced in charmspeak. "Someone find Annabeth. NOW!" Chiron pushed his way through into the cabin. The sight which met him was not appealing to the eyes. A pale, shivering, almost dead looking Percy was sitting up straight on the bed, clutching at his hair, with silent tears streaming down his face endlessly, and muttering to himself, "Dead. She's dead. She's gone. Annabeth's gone. She's gone. She's gone. She's gone." Piper, Jason, Frank, and Hazel were close to him, trying to comfort him. Percy looked crazed, almost insane. Annabeth's voice cut through the crowd, "Move!" and she came inside, didn't even look at anyone, and headed for Percy. She gently extracted his hands from his head, and held him inside her arms. "It's okay, Percy, it's okay. I'm here. We got out. We're alright. Everyone's alright." This continued for a while until Percy calmed down. Then he buried his face into Annabeth's shoulder and sobbed. Once, the camp's source of strength, courage, and hope, Percy Jackson, looked like he needed some hope too. Chiron hoped that they might be able to return the favor. The entire camp watched, as their hero fell apart. And Chiron hoped that they might be able to piece him back together again.