Percy's POV:
I watched them, smiling. They were huddling around my dead body.
"Hero's cursed blade shall reap." I whispered.
Nico heard, and he paled.
"T-the Prophecy. It was never completed, not until now. The hero's cursed blade, Riptide, Percy's sword, the sword he killed himself with…Percy finally completed the Great Prophecy." Nico whispered.
Rachel nodded in agreement.
"He's right, I can feel it." she whispered.
You can see the blood, you can finally see it.
~One Week Later~
I stood, watching. My sea-green shroud, that rippled like the sea, was on fire. The flames were sea-green, and were like the sea during a storm. I sighed.
"Perseus Jackson, Son of Poseidon, the Savior of Olympus, shall Rest in Peace." Chiron murmured, tears falling down his cheek.
You are so sad now, but remember three years ago, Chiron?
Flashback:
Camp just ended, and I was coming back home. Instead of my mother greeting me, was a fire. I quickly got the fire out by using my powers, and I started looking for my mom. I found her and Paul, lying on their backs holding hands with their eyes wide open.
No….not them. They don't deserve to be dead!
I called 911 quickly, and ran back to camp.
When I got to camp, I walked straight to Chiron.
"Chiron, I need to talk to you it's rea-"
"Not now Percy! Can't you see I'm trying to help Julian pick out a new sword until your father gets him a better one?" he snapped.
"Chiron, it's real-"
"Not now Percy! It can wait!"
I sighed, tears threatening to fall, but I held them back when I saw Julian's smug smile.
Flashback End.
It wasn't normal for me to be like this, but in three years a lot can change. When nobody cares that your suffering on the inside, when you're snapping and you try to have a friend there with you, but nobody cares. I put on a smile for three years. I had the insults thrown at me, I was disowned, I was abandoned, I was in agony. And nobody cared. Seeing the burning of the shroud just brought back all the memories. The day mom died. The day Poseidon claimed Julian as his favorite son. When Julian was told he was now the Savior of Olympus. When I caught Annabeth and Julian kissing. When Dad tried to take Riptide. The day Apollo and Hermes stopped visiting. Every single day everybody taunted me and called me names. A single tear rolled down my cheek.
They finally saw the blood though, it is time to let go.
