NOTE: This is entirely fictitious. It is not meant to represent or symbolize a belief for these creatures.
Disclaimer: Characters, setting, franchise are all Rick Riordan's.
Chapter 2
0025 hours Post
Grover sat on the porch of the Big House, thigh drumming the ground cheerfully. The seven were finally ready to release and recuperate back into the public; they had been recovering away to seal the wounds that had been opened. Of course, the first thought on Grover's mind was the intent to see Percy again. He had been away from his best friend for ages now, and the thought of returning back to the state of friendship where they once stood was enough to make him forget about the monumentally difficult task of rebuilding and restructuring the countless ruinated parks and forests that he had been assigned.
He strolled through the horseshoe of cabins before making it to Cabin 3, only to witness it deserted with lights out. He cocked an eyebrow in the air, leaving it suspended there with a deep hmmm in his throat. Of course, Grover's mind reasoned, he's probably at Annabeth's cabin. Those two have been through a lot over the past year. So, giving a small purse of his lips despite himself, he walked away.
0048 hours post
Grover sat outside of Percy's cabin, tapping his foot while curving his mouth in a disappointed curve. He had been waiting for ten minutes now, giving a dismal harrumph every now and then. Finally, he firmly decided to talk to him up in the Athena cabin, and strode over there.
Inside the cabin was dark, shadows looming through the entire room, emboldening everything in harsh black.
"Annabeth?"
He paused.
"Annabeth?"
"What?"
He jumped, seeing her for the first time post-war a jolt.
Bags hung loose from her eyes, which were bloodshot and teary. Her face was sunken, and her frame was malnourished to the extreme. Her arms flung loose at her sides.
"W-where's Percy?"
Annabeth paused, and then gave a soft sound. It took Grover an embarrassing moment to realize it was a cry.
"Gone."
"Gone? Gone where?"
Nothing.
"Annabeth.
"Annabeth!"
"Yes?"
"Where? Where did Percy go?"
Her blond hair looked eerie in the lamplight as she struggled to compose herself.
"Elysium. The Underworld."
"Wait... Why? Did he have another quest? Or..."
A wild sense of dread began to circulate through him, but he quelled it. No way.
"He's dead." It was a depressed whisper.
What?
Grover reeled fighting for breath as he almost tipped onto the ground.
Nononononononono
Percy?
The sharp sound of the cabin breaking caused Grover's head to snap toward Annabeth in confusion until he realized his knuckles were bloody.
"Percy is... Dead?"
"Yes."
Another smash.
Nononononononono
"WHAT?"
He is not dead.
"IS THIS A JOKE TO YOU?"
He is not dead
He is not dead
He is not dead
"WHERE IS PERCY JACKSON?"
He is not dead he is not dead
He is not dead he is not dead
HE IS NOT DEAD
His knuckles were bloody, flushing scarlet and with a fierce burn he realized Annabeth was sobbing.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Annie, I just-"
His hands collapsed, loose at his sides and he just felt tired.
And then he screamed right there with her, bawling into the night.
"The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them." -Louis McMaster Bujold
Alright! There is chapter 2! I severely apologize for the length, it was (I believe) the last one :( -BUT the next chapter I will try to make greater than 2k(fingers crossed), the next chapter should hopefully be easier to get more details in as it is a more major character(in terms of relations to Percy)... Annabeth! She, just like Grover, will be extreme OOC(Out of Character), as the death of a loved one does change you so. Lots of hoarding and obsessive collecting. Feel free to share your thoughts via review and I would love some feedback!
(As always, I immensely apologize for any typos or miscellaneous errors. Auto correct multiplied by my ludicrously horrid spelling makes quite the combination)
