So, due to some requests to continue this supposed to be one-shot, I'm doing it with some help from my friend Nicercylover108. They've been helpful in getting the plot down, so thanks to you for that. And now, though this may not turn out well, here is chapter one.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

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Nico's POV

I wasn't sure when I started feeling uneasy, but I think it began around dawn. I'd been eating dinner alone at the Hades table, and I noticed that Percy wasn't sitting at his Poseidon table. This didn't particularly bother me. Rather, I had a sense of satisfaction because I didn't have to see the person who caused my sister to die.

But it was a little bit strange how the sea prince hadn't come out of his cabin once since he'd gotten back from his mom's funeral four days before. It wasn't really that I was worried, but rather I was confused. That was so unlike Percy. I shook the feeling off and picked at my food, not really hungry.

I wouldn't have even been there if Annabeth hadn't forced me to stay for the day. She practically had to drag me to dinner. As much as I hated eating at camp, I knew that it would be worse if I skipped out and had to face Annabeth's wrath.

Dinner ended about twenty minutes after I gave up on picking at my food, and the campfire started. I skipped out on that though, and I thanked the gods when Annabeth didn't come after me. After all, she knew how much I hated it.

It just wasn't my scene. I was walking along the beach, listening to the sound the waves made when they hit the sand and letting that calm me. As much as I hated Percy, I loved the sea. It made me feel content, unlike everything else that surrounded me.

I felt that unease in the pit of my stomach again, dulling the content that I had just felt. The sea suddenly became violent, the wind picking up and the waves hitting the sand with much force. I immediately knew something was wrong.

Cursing silently to myself, I ran towards the campfire and found Annabeth. I pulled her away, ignoring the looks I got, and said, "I think something's wrong with Percy. The ocean was really calm one moment and the next it was like a hurricane." We noticed the wind picking up around us, whipping at our clothes and hair.

Annabeth and I shared alarmed looks then went to tell Chiron what was happening. At the campfire, all of the campers were panicking as the fire was blown around by the wind. Annabeth and I found Chiron trying to calm the campers down while putting the fire in his tail out at the same time.

The fire and campers were soon forgotten about as Annabeth, Chiron, and I made our way to Percy's cabin. I could smell the irony scent of blood, and could see some leaking from beneath the door. My eyes widened at the sight of it.

"What the hell?!" Annabeth gasped. She and Chiron started pounding on the door, yelling his name, while I just stood there in shock. When Chiron finally knocked the door down, we could see Percy lying on his side by the door, Riptide driven through his stomach and a pool of blood beneath him and leading towards the door.

Annabeth started crying, holding back her sobs as she stared at Percy. She rushed to his side and checked for a pulse, but I already knew there was none to be found. I could feel his soul being ferried to the Underworld, where he would be judged.

I put a hand on Annabeth's shoulder and shook my head. I had to wonder, did Percy do this to himself or did someone do it to him?

From the way it looked, it had to be suicide. There was no other way. I glanced around his dark room, looking for something that might tell us why he would do this. Then I noticed a journal on his desk next to his bed. I went over and picked it up, opening it to the last entry he made.

I'm sorry. It's all my fault that all those people died. It's all my fault that everyone is in so much pain. I could've stopped all of them if only I had been stronger. But I wasn't. And I'm still not. I'm just weak. No matter how hard I try, I'm just a failure to everyone around me. Especially Nico. It was my fault that his sister died. It was my fault that he's so unhappy now. It still is too. I should've stopped her. I'm sorry for hurting everyone. I'm sorry for being a failure. I'm sorry for making Nico hate me. I'm sorry for killing Bianca. I'm sorry for falling in love with him. I should've just died when I had the chance. Then maybe everyone would be better off. Happier. But it's too late for that. All I can do now is die and hope that everyone is happier without me. And if not, that's just more pain in those that I care about that I'm responsible for.

I was in shock. Did Percy really feel this way? Was this how he felt all these years? When he was smiling and laughing and having fun, did he really feel this way? I didn't know why I was so shocked, but I know that my heart clenched painfully at those written words that held so much feeling.

Guilt. That was what I was feeling. I know why I felt guilty. Because it was partially my fault that Percy did this. My eyes widened even further when I realized that every time Percy had tried to get close to me or talk to me, he was being sincere. I hadn't realized that before. Maybe he genuinely wanted to be my friend?

I shook my head, realizing just how slow I had been. I hid the journal, knowing that Percy wouldn't want Annabeth and Chiron to know how he felt for so long. At the time, I really wasn't sure why I was being so considerate of a dead person's feelings, but I figured out later what that was.

I kept the journal with me, wondering what else Percy had written in it. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard varying reactions to Percy. Some people gasped, others started crying, some just looked on in shock, and others looked sad but shed no tears.

By their reactions I could tell which ones Percy was closer to. I quickly shadow travelled out, uncomfortable around so many people, and especially his dead body. I still wasn't sure how to react to the fact that Percy had killed himself.

Or perhaps I wouldn't react at all. Perhaps my hate for the son of Poseidon ran so deep that I just didn't care. Or perhaps I was just in shock without realizing it.

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There's the continuation of what I'm now going to call the prologue. I think the end of this was a bit abrupt, but it'll have to do. Thanks again to Nicercylover108 for their great help.

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~O'Malley