A/N: Hellooooo all you awesome people reading this story! I would like to thank my friend Clara who helped write and edit some of this. I forgot this in most of the other chapters beside the first one. And I know the title is kind of morbid, but it was the first thought that I got. If you really hate the title review and tell me what you would like. Happy? Good. TO THE STORY!

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson :( or Silena, or any other PJO related things. Doesn't that just break your heart?

Death

She knew she was dying. Her life was ebbing away like a candle in the wind, the flame decreasing before slowly sputtering out. Engulfed in pain, she choked out her final confession. But all she thought of was seeing Charlie again. Then she felt a sudden blankness a wave of calm washing over her. Silena Beauregard was dead.

Silena hadn't expected that being dead would be calming. All her pain had just evaporated. She felt a pull in her gut, and took one final look at her body. Visible to only the dead, she drifted over the heads of her friends. Silena must go to the Underworld.

The journey to L.A. should've taken ages, but as a spirit, she found herself zipping by streets in the blink of an eye. She succumbed to the force that was pulling her along. All of a sudden, she was surrounded by blurs of colour. When it ended, she was standing in front of a door that read DOA Recording Studios. Surprisingly, Silena could see her reflection, though it was slightly translucent. She was unscathed, no sign at all of the damage the poison from the drakon should've done. As she took this in, the door opened and she floated in.

Inside, a fancy waiting room was packed full of other ghosts. They were all scowling at the man behind the desk. The man turned to her. He wore sunglasses and a fancy suit. She could feel his cold stare even through his glasses.

"Another half-blood. So many have passed through that door today, young lady," Chiron said to her. "I hate wartime rush. Not even a pay raise for my efforts!"

Silena stared at him. "I'm dead and you're complaining about a pay raise."

"Well, yes. Your point?"

She rolled her eyes. "Can I get to the Underworld?"

"You got cash? Credit card? Drachma?"

Silena fished around in the pockets of Clarisse's camo pants she had worn under her armor pretending to be Clarisse. Weirdly enough, her armor and all her weapons were gone. She set a golden drachma on the counter. He pocketed it.

"Is that all? I'm a busy man you know."

Silena gave him her best death glare. It wasn't bad, especially for a daughter of Aphrodite, who's supposed to be kind and loving. In fact, her death glare matched Thalia's standards. A little more dramatic, though considering she was slightly translucent.

Charon grumbled complaints under his breath, but he led her to the elevator and handed her a green boarding pass. The other ghosts surged forward. Charon held up a hand and they all stopped.

"Not you," he addressed the room. "Her." He pointed at Silena. They stepped in the elevator, full of other souls like her. It lurched down, then forward before the elevator swayed and flickered into something else. They were now in a boat.

Silena looked down at herself and saw, with disgust, that she was wearing a long gray robe, like all the other ghosts. Camo was bad enough, she thought. She tried to focus on the positive things. It was very figure hugging, comfortable, and was a lot like a dress. It had a hood, which was draped over her raven-black hair. She shook the hood off and concentrated on her surroundings.

With a start, Silena realized she knew quite a few of the other ghosts. She saw a hunter, named Torelle whom she had argued with about love when the hunters had come to camp. She also saw a few enemy demigods who she used to know. Finally, they reached the end of their ride.

The other riverbank channeled into a dark path that was lit with a dim greenish light. Silena followed the winding path along with other spirits, who were moping over their deaths. At the end of the path, she saw three lines of the dead.

One was marked EZ Death, and two were marked Attendant on Duty. Cerebrus stood over the middle line. He was intimidating, even though she knew he couldn't harm her. Silena knew that the EZ Death line lead straight to the fields of Ashphodel, judging by how fast it was moving. The other two led to judgement for Elysium and the Fields of Punishment. Charlie would be in Elysium, she thought, but she might end up in the Fields of Punishment for helping Kronos. Silena thought she was brave enough to face judgement. She stood in an Attendant on Duty line.

At last, she stood at the front of the line. She was led into a black pavilion with a sign that proclaimed: Judgement for Elysium and Eternal Damnation, Welcome Newly Deceased! Silena felt nervous for the first time.

Inside the pavilion, there was a large, rectangular, black marble table. Around it sat the judges. They studied her like they were reaching into her thoughts. All had different expressions. There was one stern face, a friendly one, a sympathetic one, a sad one, a bored one and an impatient one.

Silena felt naked as they looked her up and down.

"Speak," said the stern one, who she guessed was the leader.

Silena curtsied, and said, "My name is Silena Beauregard. Daughter of Aphrodite."

"We have heard a lot about you, Silena. Why don't you tell us about your achievements?" said the friendly one. She spoke in a commanding tone, though.

"I have fought in battle against Kronos's army, led the Ares cabin into battle, and helped reassemble the Bronze Dragon to save Charlie," Silena spoke confidently, hoping they wouldn't notice her trembling hands.

"But you were a spy," stated the man on the far left, looking bored.

"She died for our side!" exclaimed the sympathetic one.

"That doesn't erase what she did!" the impatient one demanded.

"She was used!" cried the friendly woman.

Soon there was a full-blown argument in the judging pavilion. After a while, the stern one turned to face Silena. "The judges have decided."

Now all their faces were expressionless.

"You will be placed in..."

I feel so evil! *evil laugh* A CLIFFIE! I have an idea for the next bit of this of this two-shot...but please suggest where you'd like Silena to go! Review please! Oh, I have a poll on how you pronounce Percabeth, so please take it or answer in reviews. (My friends, who by the way, don't have fanfic accounts, and I were arguing about it.) I think it's pronounced PerKAbeth, but since it's spelled with a 'c' they say PerSAbeth! Which is it?