Disclaimer: I'm so sorry but the characters are not mine. That would be sweet if they were.

Author's Note: This episode is Percy's Point of View. Percabeth's Lovers, I apologize in advance.

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Almost One Year Later

I still don't know what made me say yes, but now I was the God of the Tides.

One year has passed and I was sick of immortality. I have come to camp for Annabeth. I want her to forgive me. I will refuse this gift and live a normal demigod life with Annabeth. I made a huge mistake leaving her. I really hope she forgives me.

As I walked across the cabins, campers watched me with weary eyes. They whispered in angry hushes with tears in their eyes. Some campers were hugging and sobbing. Something bad had happened. An attack? I was walking to Katie, cabin counselor of Demeter. I was going to ask her. She had to know.

Suddenly, I heard an angry voice behind me.

"Percy!" yelled Malcolm. He walked fast with his fists clenched. He was really angry and he was coming to me. Soon, Clarisse and Grover were also approaching to me in a similar manner. What the heck I did?

"Hey, guys. What's wrong?" I said with my hands in the air. Malcolm pounced at me and hit me in the jaw. It didn't hurt that much since I was a god, just like when you touch a bruise after some days.

"It's all your fault" said Malcolm grabbing me by the collar.

Malcolm looked at me with murderous eyes. I saw his grey eyes narrowing at me with fury and loathing. He wanted to kill me for some unknown reason. He was just inches of my face looking at me ready to vanquish me. I could feel his enraged breath near me. I was too shocked to talk or even move. Malcolm was always the cold calmed one even during a battle. Grover and Clarisse were now around us just staring. They were really mad too, but only Grover looked sadder than them.

"What did I do?" I said really confused by the whole situation. Were they still mad that I was now a God?

"You don't know?" said Grover staring at me. His eyes were red as well as everybody. I tried to understand what happened but there was no conclusion.

"I don't know what? What happened?" I said looking at my best friend. Grover looked away thinking for a moment.

"Malcolm, let him go" said Grover placing his hands on Malcolm's hands gripping me.

"I don't care if he doesn't know. He is just an idiot God who only thought on himself. He broke my sister's heart and he must pay" said Malcolm not letting me go. We stared at each other. I finally got him. He was defending Annabeth.

"Malcolm" said Clarisse with a pleading voice and Malcolm let go of me huffing at Clarisse. Then he spited at my face and punched me one more time before fuming to his cabin. I was too surprised of his reaction. I wiped my cheek and looked at Clarisse and Grover.

"What happened?" I said looking at my best friend.

"Why are you here?" said Clarisse before Grover could talk. I looked at her. Her eyes were almost glowing red. She was containing herself. Clarisse wanted to punch me too, gut me if she could.

"I came to apologize to Annabeth. I came for her. I don't want to be a God anymore. I just want her" I said. Clarisse looked at me and her eyes filled with tears. She wiped them quickly.

"You are late, Jackson" said Clarisse and punched me right in the eye. I felt the hit lightly but it still threw me on my back by the sheer force of the punch. I saw Clarisse walking to her cabin where Chris was waiting for her outside. She cried in his arms.

Grover helped me to stand up. I was thinking if I was going to be punched by my best friend too.

"I won't punch you, man. You could break my fist easily" said Grover looking to the ground. I put my hand on his shoulder and he looked up to me with sad eyes.

"Grover, what happened?" I said really expecting a straight answer. Grover sighed sadly.

"Did you take a look at the lake on your way here?" said Grover and his eyes turned to the lake.

"Not really" I said and l turned my eyes to the lake's direction. By the lake shore, I saw a box, a coffin with a grey burial shroud on it. Then, I understood why I was too late, why Malcolm was so furious and why everybody was sad and/or crying.

"You are kidding, right?" I said and my eyes had tears. I was in shock. It was not possible, right?

"No. I wish I was, Percy. Annabeth died " said Grover unable to look at me.

"This can't be happening" I said softly and Grover hugged me. That's why everybody stared at me with hate. Annabeth died because of me. I broke her heart like Malcolm said.

"Sorry, Percy" said Grover softly near my ear. We both cried hugging each other.

One hour later, I was looking at Annabeth lying in the coffin. I had to say goodbye. I removed the shroud and lit the coffin lid. She looked as beautiful as I remember. Her golden hair framed her face. Her tanned skin was pale and was still faintly warm. She remained me of the Sleeping Beauty waiting for her prince. I was too late.

How I wished to see her piercing grey eyes one more time. How I wished for the voice saying my name one more time. I touched her hands remembering the last time I held them when we walking inside the throne room before I became a God. If I had only turned to see her…

"Percy, Grover told me that you were here" said Chiron. I turned to see the old centaur. He had red crying eyes too.

"I was too late, apparently… Did I really cause this?" I said looking at her beautiful face.

For the longest time, Chiron didn't talk, so I guessed it was really my fault. I coiled her hair between my fingers just like when we were in bed and smiled sadly. I was the world biggest idiot for ever walking out of her.

Then I heard the cries of a baby filling the area. From the distance, I saw Kayla, daughter of Apollo, holding a baby in a canoe. Piper and Juniper were with them. Piper waved at me. I could see her eyes full of tears and she kissed the baby's forehead.

"What is a baby doing here?" I said looking at the canoe moving through the lake as Juniper rowed.

"Nora is a daughter of Apollo. Her mom died recently. She will live here now" said Chiron looking at the canoe too. I couldn't picture a baby living in Camp. The youngest campers were 7 at least like Annabeth.

"What about her mortal family?" I said.

"It was Apollo's decision, besides her remaining mortal family died last month in a car crash" said Chiron.

"I see. Poor kid" I said.

"She will be fine. Kayla and Malcolm will stay a couple of months to take care of her. You should meet her. Nora is really pretty" said Chiron.

"No, thanks" I said. I turned to see Chiron, my old mentor. He looked like 10 years older.

"Are you going to stay for the funeral?" said Chiron.

"No" I said looking down. I knew I was the one everybody blamed. I couldn't stay to be punch by the whole Camp, even if I really deserved it. I deserved more than just punches.

"Percy, thank you for coming. I'm sorry for your lost" said Chiron patting my shoulder.

"Yeah, I say the same. I know that Annabeth was just like a daughter to you" I said and Chiron nodded sadly. The old centaur left me alone.

I stared at Annabeth for one last time trying to burn her image in my head. Her face looked peaceful and I wanted to ask how she died but it won't make any difference. She was still in a box regardless of the cause.

"I'm so sorry. I never meant for this to happen. I love you with all my heart. I was an idiot for becoming a god" I said to Annabeth and kissed her forehead one last time.

I saw the lake and the canoe with Piper, Kayla, Juniper and the baby had hit the shore. They were walking back to Camp. Piper was waving and calling me to walk to them, but I wasn't in the mood of being punch by them too. So, I left Camp without ever looking back.