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He walked. He didn't stop walking. He walked along the ocean floor, where no one could find him. 'It was better that way.'

Being alone.

'It's peaceful.' He decided.

Not even the fish dare to speak to him. They avoided the grieving boy like the plague.

'I'm only one pawn in the Fates' ruthless game. That's all I am.' He thought.

He hardened his gaze into the endless blue in front of him.

"But now you're done with me aren't you? Finished? You don't want me anymore. The Perseus Jackson has gone mad. Lets find our new hero." He screamed into the water, knowing it wouldn't reach anyone.

"Haven't I had enough already? I've been to war for Gods' sake!" He vented his rage to nothing in particular.

"Perseus Jackson." He said mockingly, sarcasm dripping from his tone. "At the age of 16 he defeated Kronos after watching many friends be slaughtered at the hands of merciless enemies. He moved on. And at the age of 18 he defeated Gaia, being the sole survivor of the quest to Greece."

"I've been to war, twice."

He stopped pacing and stood motionless in the water.

"Isn't being an illegitimate son of Poseidon enough for you?"

He paused, as if daring someone to answer.

"No! It never is! Is it? Lets make his life a living hell so we can laugh at his misfortune! Oh, and while we're at it, lets make him live through hell too! YAY!"

He continued to mindlessly wonder the seabed, paying no attention to where he was going.

The ocean didn't have expectations.

The ocean had no favourites.

The ocean didn't question you.

Percy liked the ocean.

He liked being alone.

After an endless silence he spoke up gently, much softer than before, voicing his thoughts out loud.

"Luke Castellan was a hero. A real hero. But only now do I understand why he did what he did. He wanted to make life better for neglected demigods. He tried."

His voice was barely a whisper.

His tears mixed with the salt water around him so they couldn't be distinguished.

"I tried."

A sob wracked through his body.

"But what do I get rewarded with?"

He began to sprint forwards, slashing Riptide through the water as if fighting his way through a deadly army.

"You play with my fatal flaw."

His breathing was heavy as he began to exhaust himself.

"Loyalty."

His sentences were short as he heaved in oxygen.

"To save a friend, I would sacrifice the world."

He fell to his knees. And curled his legs to his chin.

He didn't care.

There was no one to watch him.

The ocean doesn't judge.

"But what if I've already sacrificed the world? What if there are no friends left? What if I can't do this anymore?"

He picked up his sword and studied it carefully in the dim, blue light. Anaklusmos. Riptide.

He closed his eyes and spoke in a deadly calm tone.

"Father, please take this. I don't deserve Anaklusmos anymore. It has served me well, won many battles, but it's place is no longer with me. Please, give it to someone worthy."

He turned the blade once over in his hands, then thrust it into the darkness and willed it not to return to him.

Percy took one last look upwards. He could faintly make out the moon rippling on the surface; it cast a ghostly light.

'Ironic how I've always feared drowning.' He thought.

He managed a humourless laugh which echoed around him.

"Mum, I love you, and I'm sorry. Tyson, brother, I'm sorry. Poseidon, father, I'm sorry. It's no longer my place in this world. Goodbye." He spoke with emotion and pure regret.

He willed the water to crash down on him, no longer withstanding the pressure. He forced the water out of his lungs, suffocating himself. He remained still, accepting of his fate. This is it.

His last thought as death came to claim the hero: 'As Long As We're Together.'


They found his letter in the empty Cabin 3 that night.

Dear Someone,

I don't care who finds this. It's not like it matters anymore anyway.

I'm just a legend.

And you'll tell twisted tales of how I lived a long and happy life.

I find that downright comical.

But go ahead! I can't stop you.

Just discard and forget the truth.

That I've been to war.

No person should have to experience the true nature of war. It's not fair. It takes everything away from you, out of you, leaving a shadow in your place.

The Fates' have a twisted way of acting.

I am loyal to the last breath. It's my fatal flaw.

How am I expected to continue without those I treasure most? I'd give the world to save a friend.

But what if I've given the world and it wasn't enough? How can I live knowing I failed?

Please remember the fallen.

No. I won't move on. Yes. I'll remain forever in the past.

I can't stay here living in a ghost town. I can't look at this world without horrible, hurtful memories killing me from the inside out. The flashbacks you are fortunate not to see. And I'll always be dreaming of a world not corrupted by harsh revenge or evil.

I'll never achieve eternal happiness. I've been through just too much.

I defeated Kronos and Gaia and prevented civil war, all so you can live in peace. I went to war so you don't have to. I tried to make this world a better place.

I'm not needed anymore. I've played my part in this sick pantomime. I'm finished.

I've won the battle.

But I've lost the war.

I don't expect you to understand.

Mum, Paul, Tyson, Ella, Thalia, Grover, Juniper, Rachel, Clarisse, Chris, Will, Katie, Travis, Connor, Reyna, Malcom, Coach Hedge, Chiron; you're all family.

I love you all.

And I am sorry for letting you down.

Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon, Hero of Olympus.