"He sacrificed himself for a friend!"
"Yes, but he killed many others in the process!"
"Those 'others' were demons! They were coming here anyway!"
I sighed. This had been going on for about five minutes now.
"Look, can we just get it over with? I'm tired of standing here!" I said, exasperated. I was nervous when I first came in, but watching ancient ghosts quarrel over my fate failed to frighten me, somehow. It was more irritating than nerve-wracking.
And suddenly, every eye was on me.
"I say Fields of Asphodel!" shrieked one judge.
"Fields of Punishment!" another one contested. The two quarrelled for a while, until another apparition interrupted.
"What say you, Minos?"
The ghost in question, Minos, was fiddling with the hem of his robe. "Hm?" he asked absently, looking up. He looked me up and down, a scowl of contempt clear on his face. I instantly disliked him, and Percy surely would too. "Oh, well..." he began. "He did help prevent an invasion of New York City, he saved a friend... yes, yes... and he was a friendly face around camp... I say Elysium for the boy. All in favour?"
This guy Minos was clearly the top ghost-man around here, so despite the arguments that took place before, every spectral hand rose into the air, albeit some a little hesitantly.
"Well, then," Minos said, rubbing his hands together, "I believe we're done here. The boy goes to Elysium."
Suddenly I was feeling slightly warmer towards the guy. I mean, he can't be all bad, right?
Before I could decide whether or not he was in fact nice, I was marched out of the large hall and out into the Underworld.
I couldn't believe that Percy and Annabeth survived this place.
A/N: I'm so sorry that these chapters are so short and I'm taking so long to update, but I think these things should be separated! And also, I have a facebook fan page, go like it! pages/Camp-Half-Blood/492924994076512?fref=ts