Percy's POV

As I walked back to the base, trying to proses what just happened, two thoughts stood out to me:

What I did wrong in life?

and

Why did I have to suffer while everyone around me got the happy ending they all wished for?

Frank and Hazel are together without a care in the world.

While Jason and Piper are in infirmary, completely exhausted,they were happily talking and relaxing in each others presence.

What about me?

I'm suffering without release in agony of heartbreak and betrayal.

Why do the fates hate me so much?

Can't I just get a break?

I stopped to rest against a tree for a minute or two when suddenly I sensed an odd aura of power. I had never felt something like it before, it was completely neutral. No negative or positive affects at all, just a sense of authority and sadness.

On instinct I went into a fighting stance and instantly took riptide out. I began to look around me, as every second passed the power seemed to grow and I began to feel as if the whole world was over. I wanted to just drop to the ground and die. Without realising it, I began to lift riptide and position it in front of my chest, directly in front of my heart. I pulled riptide outward away from my chest and thrust back in. Time seemed to slow as I brought riptide toward my heart. Then all of the sudden someone grabbed riptide and ripped it out of my hand.

"Percy Jackson! What do you think you are doing?!"

I stared at the man before me in shock.

He was pale skinned, as if he had never seen any light before. He was lean and not built up like a warrior but held a certain degree of sadness in his eyes.

The same sadness all soldiers acquire, after witnessing death and suffering first hand.

His eyes were a reddish colour but his pupils were black, a black darker than the black of Hades. But the weirdest thing about him was his hair, it was short but long enough to go down until just above his eyes but it was multiple shades of every dark colour you could think of. Deep sea blue, pitch black, jet black, blood red, violent violet, the list went on and on.

In one word it was freaky.

I couldn't think of anything to say, his appearance was unnerving and it put me on guard.

"Oh sorry, my looks are throwing you off right? Yeah I was told that by some of my friends but they said they liked it so I decided to stay like this." he said cheerfully, as if there was nothing wrong with this. I quickly came to realise that there really was nothing wrong with it and the more I looked at it the cooler it seemed.

"Now why are you trying to kill yourself?" he asked.

"Because, the girl I loved with my entire being just left me after cheating on me for gods knows how long. I don't know what else to do..." I replied

"Well I for one don't think you should kill yourself. Everyone else seems to love having you around and cares very deeply about you so why hurt them by being so selfish?"

I stood there realizing how much of an ass hole I was for thinking what I did and the way I had completely forgotten everyone else in my life just because of a break up with a girl who probably never loved me.

"Thank you uh what's your name?"

"Oh I'm sorry my name is Penthos god of grief, mourning and lamentation."

"Cool, nice to meet you and thanks again."

"No problem Percy. Now go back to the other gods, they're getting some what edgy by you disappearance."

I noticed the cloud seeming to darken as he said this. I took that as my signal to go back.

"Bye Penthos, see ya around."

I thought I heard him mutter the words hopefully not under his breath but it must have been my imagination.

I headed back to base wondering what was in store for me, now that I no longer know what to do with my lonely life.

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