Sorry for the late update! *insert excuses here* I am really just a very lazy person who, sadly, couldn't think of how to begin this chapter.
sammi133 brought up something in one of her reviews. This was her review (it was for chapter eight):
"Wow... loved this chapter! But Grover seems a little too calm...In the earlier books, even getting nervous made him eat the furniture...So now that Percy and Annabeth are dead (sob) he should be bawling his eyes out or at least holding back a sob (just my opinion) :)"
I thought about that, and realized that I didn't really clear that up. So, for those who were wondering, I made Grover not have much emotion because, like I told sammi133, Piper listening to Grover's words, but she was too distraught about Jason and Percy and Annabeth dying to listen to what emotions he had. If it had been someone he knew better, like Thalia, then she would have pointed out how he was trembling and the fact that he had a whole deck of cards in his back pocket, just in case he couldn't keep his tears in. but, now that he is older and a Lord of the Wild, I think he that would be better at controlling his emotions. Or at least hiding them.
Well, I just wanted to clear that up, just in case you were wondering.
Αριθ περισσότερα περιμένουν!
Εδώ είναι το επόμενο κεφάλαιο!
Percy heard Hazel.
Everything was dark, but he could still hear. She spoke to him, begged him to stay with her. He heard her tell him that they were going to get help, but all he could think about was Annabeth.
Oh no, where's Annabeth? Did something happen to her? I thought I remember something happening to her…
"Is Annie okay?"
Oh, goody, his voice still worked.
For some reason, his chest hurt like Hades. Percy didn't know why. Then, remembered getting stabbed. He looked at his stomach, an action missed by Hazel.
Oh look, I've been impaled.
He didn't remember the rest of the conversation, but through it, he thought of the last war he had fought in, the second Titan War. He remembered Silena dying. He thought about her last words, Charlie, see Charlie…
Percy decided to make a tribute to Silena. He didn't really understand why he was dying. All he could think of was Annabeth.
Annabeth.
She was dead. It was Percy's fault. If he had just chosen her, not spent so much time contemplating his decision, he could have saved her.
He vaguely heard Hazel say something about a big house, and how Annabeth would be there.
How could Annabeth be there? She's dead.
He heard Piper ask him to say hi to Jason.
Oh yeah, Sparky's dead, too. Gotta say hi to Superman.
He nodded.
How can I see Annabeth? Oh, who cares. I want to see her. I want to see Annabeth. I'm done here. I want to be with Annabeth.
"Annabeth… see Annabeth…"
Percy knew that he was dying. He didn't feel like it, but somewhere in his seaweed brain, he came to terms with death. He wasn't really scared of it. What was it going to do, kill him? Well, joke's on Thanatos, because someone else already beat him to it.
Percy opened his mouth to say something else, but found his chest getting lighter. In fact, his whole life was getting lighter. That helium filled balloon attached to his head had lost his string.
He let out small breath, and one last time, looked at his friends. He wanted one last glimpse of his friends. He saw Hazel leaning over him, Frank behind her, and the rest behind them. He saw Hazel with tears in her eyes, Frank shaking his head, Leo with his mouth slightly open and a look of surprise and remorse etched upon his face, and Piper bawling her eyes out.
The world turned white.
In the whiteness, Percy saw a shape coming towards him. As the shape got closer, he could pin a few details. Tan, blonde hair….. It was his Wise Girl.
"Annabeth!"
Annabeth stepped in front of him, smiling sadly. "Hey, Seaweed Brain. I hoped I wouldn't see you again so soon."
Percy said nothing, just leaned forward and kissed her. After a few moments, he pulled away. "I thought Thanatos is the one who takes spirits to the Underworld?"
"He let me come pick you up instead." She said it as if she was just picking him up from school, instead of leading his spirit away from his empty body.
"Come on, Seaweed Brain. I have some friend I would like you to re-meet."
Moments later, they stood in front of the judges of the dead. This time, they were George Washington (son of Athena), Beethoven (son of Apollo), and... Luke?
"Luke?" Annabeth whispered, staring up at his unscarred face.
"Hey, Blondie. Hey Jackson."
Percy stared at him. He had always felt so bad about giving Luke the knife, about making him kill himself, and now that very same guy, although he was dead now, sat as one of three spirits who would decide his fate.
Uh oh, maybe I should have given him my dessert that last night at camp.
"Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase," the first president announced, looking down at something Percy could not see. "Died in the giant war by being stabbed. Saviors of Olympus. Twice. Travelled through Tartarus... wow guys, this is a long résumé. I'm not reading all of this. Who says that they should not achieve Elysium?"
Luke glanced at the two warmly, then turned to his fellow judges. "I have lived with these two before, and I know them, the girl more than the boy."
Percy held his breath.
"I see no reason to deny them their rightful place in Elysium."
Percy let out his breath.
"Alright then," Beethoven said. "Since you both have achieved Elysium, you both have a choice. You may live in Elysium, or you may be reborn."
Percy and Annabeth looked at each other. They both knew that they had no way of being sure that they would know each other in the next life, and they never wanted to be apart again.
"Elysium," they said together.
The judges nodded, and without a word, Percy and Annabeth walked towards the group of houses. They saw a large house, one with music filling the air around it, joyous aromas seeping out of the windows, and an all-around feeling of safety and happiness. Through the window, they saw the shapes of a large African-American boy, a short girl standing next to him, a tall blonde teen, and many other people, all of which Percy recognized.
"Are we sure about this?" Percy asked Annabeth. "The world may need us again."
"They can solve their own problems. None of that matters now, as long as we're together." Annabeth smiled at him.
"As long as we're together."
Hand in hand, the soul mates walked to the big house, where they would have a whole new life.
Oh, the irony.
Done! This chapter was shorter than the others, but that is just because I meant this as just an epilogue. I am writing a sequel! I don't know what it will be called, but I got the idea of it from foreverskysong! I'm not going to tell you what it is about, but I will add an author's note as a chapter to this story saying what it is once I have the first chapter!
