Hello I'm sure you're all happy to hear from me again,

Readers: right…

Me: *pretending I didn't hear that* here is the last chapter!

"I hear you've decided to save the hero, Annabeth," he said almost unable to contain his glee. I guess he was being so polite and everything so I wouldn't change my mind. How often do you have the chance to kill an annoying pestering nephew?

"Yes, yes I have."

Nico causally stepped in front of me.

"Dad we need more time," Nico said, "I don't think he fully understands the consequences."

"Nico, I can make my own choices," I said rolling my eyes; of course I knew the consequences. Nico turned to look at me but instead of meeting his eyes I thought about who I was doing this for, Annabeth. Two scrawny and gothic cousins weren't going to stop me.

I brushed past Nico to follow Hades to his palace. I tugged Riptide out of Nico's sheath. He was to frantic to notice that I did. All the skeleton warriors at the entrance bowed as we approached. Hades held his head higher knowing they were bowing to him. Probably because he taught them to. Out of the corner of my eye I saw them looking at me with a sense of pride and I wondered who they were really bowing for. When I looked back to see if Thalia and Nico was following us I saw how the guards were blocking them. Even Nico couldn't control them, and Thalia looked furious because of it.

I followed Hades down a familiar hallway; not at all noticing the morbid décor. Blood pounded in my ears and I tried to keep my breathing steady. Only one thing had changed from the last time I had been here. A figure stood in the middle of room. Her back was turned so I could only see the golden curls that seemed to give off their own sunlight. Her dress seemed to be fitted from clouds and white sea foam. She turned around as we entered. When my eyes met her sterling gray ones, I couldn't help but smile. Seeing Annabeth always made me feel hopeful. You couldn't lose with a strategist like her on your side, too bad our enemies didn't notice that. I enveloped her into a bear hug. I was smiling into her hair and lifting her one foot off the ground. I quickly noticed that she was gently shaking. When I let her down I tried to wipe the tears away, but it was obvious that she wasn't going to stop sobbing anytime soon.

It was a like a my heart had been ripped into paper because I known I was causing her this. Annabeth continued to cry into my shirt. I tried to comfort her by speaking into her hair; telling her its going to alright in hushed tones. She hugged me like she never wanted to let go and I felt the same way.

In a small but urgent whisper she stuttered, "Don't do it I can't let you."

Hades reminded me that I wasn't alone by saying, "Let's move on with this." His voice was constricted like he was trying to hold back emotions. His eyes were painted with many colors; one was sympathy.

Although I didn't want to I broke away from Annabeth's arms. She tried to pull me out of the throne room but I was stronger. I approached Hades before Annabeth could do anything else to stop me. I hoped Thalia and Nico would be around to comfort her afterwards.

I slowly nodded to Hades. What would death feel like? I'm about to find out.

Aphrodite's POV

"Eros be a dear and get me my latest edition of Olympus Weekly, I think I left on the table…in Paris." I used my polished, and patient queen-of-England voice. I forgot that charm-speak didn't work on Eros

"No, I can't I'm busy there's this wedding and…" Eros continued with his long list of chores. This was something that I wasn't going to stand for.

"GO GET ME THAT MAGAZINE," I yelled my patience was rare and currently fleeting.

"NO GET IT YOURSELF"

"MY NAILS ARE DRYING"

"THAT'S YOUR EXCUSE FOR EVERYTHING"

"IS NOT!"

"IS TOO"

I was not going to take this from Eros. I started stomping my feet on the marble floor which hurt because I did it so often. To turn him into Picasso painting I sent a fleet of my old 1980's cosmetics after the brat. Five minutes later I got what I wanted.

"Here you happy now?" Eros questioned. My bewitched cosmetics did a good job annoying him because was the spitting imagine of a circus clown I used to date. Except Fabio didn't have a mustache made of mascara below his nose.

The cover of the magazine had my favorite couple on the cover (again!) except the headline of this magazine was What Percy will Do to Bring Annabeth back!

Excited I skipped to the page with that article. I couldn't believe Percy's would trade his soul! So romatical! (AN: I know romatical isn't a word)

I couldn't believe that my nice couple was going to be broken up I had to stop this!

Percy's POV

The last person I ever excepted ran into Hades' throne room- Aphrodite.

She grabbed his arm just before he was about to capture my soul.

"Hades stop it you can't kill Peruses Jackson without the approval of the council!" she yelled into his ear. In that millisecond, Annabeth was able to jump in front of me. Placing herself between Hades and me.

"What's happening?" I asked her quietly. I could have yelled it and Hades and Aphrodite wouldn't have heard me.

"I don't know I think Aphrodite actually having some mercy on us," Annabeth in a hopeful voice.

The ongoing argument ended when Hades yelled,

"Well, let's go ask the council!"

Once again a white light blinded us and we opened our eyes again we were in the throne room of Olympus. Annabeth was still there next to me solid, and not a ghost. Surprising the Olympians were all present but many were arguing. Of course my dad and Athena were having a screaming match. Athena's eyes were swollen, her usual stable and regal glow was faltering, and her face held so much pain. My father seemed to angry to notice that, he was yelling that "he" would have done anything to save "her." I wonder who they could possibly be talking about.

"Dad stop!" I yelled drawing the attention of all the Olympians.

They seemed to gasp as they saw Annabeth who was standing to my right. She ready to fight another war but the next she would fight may not be for the world be for us.

Aphrodite took the amazed silence as an opening.

"Hades had plans to kill Percy Jackson!" she blurted out. Technically, it was the truth but not the whole truth.

My father didn't know that, he rose to his feet with his trident in hand. He was about to charge at Hades but Annabeth spoke up.

"Stop, that's not the whole truth!" She stepped in front of my 20 foot father but thankfully, he stopped. His glare which was directed at Hades softened.

"Then what is," his voice seemed so melodramatic like my feelings were influencing his.

"After Annabeth died me Thalia, daughter of Zeus and Nico son of Hades snuck out of camp to go to the Underworld. When all other solutions failed, I was willing to trade Hades my soul for Annabeth's."

Some of the Olympians and Annabeth were slowly shaking their heads like they wanted to believe that they were having a traumatic nightmare. Athena seemed perplexed which is an expression that you never see on a goddess of wisdom. Her hands gripped the armrests of her throne so hard that her knuckled gleamed white. I saw how my father was looking at me like I was insane. Annabeth looked at me like I was about to make the wrong choice. Everyone was silent unsure of what to say.

Finally, after what felt like a decade with my ADHD Zeus spoke up.

"Aphrodite you think the council should decide if…"

"If we should allow Hades to kill him! Isn't it obvious? He's trying to do a noble thing and after his and Annabeth's previous successes at saving us and Olympus I think we should resurrect Annabeth!" Aphrodite held her head high daring anyone to disagree with her.

"We will take a vote to decide of course if this is a reasonable decision." Zeus decreed.

"All in favor of letting them live." My father yelled. Everyone stood up and Zeus sent us both back to camp. We landed on top of the Athena table.

"Miss us?" Annabeth said. The campers forgot how they were arguing about the situation. They started cheering and all got up from there table racing towards us. They obviously were going to dump us in the lake again. It was a total repeat of my 16th birthday. I didn't mind. At the bottom of the lake, it felt right to have Annabeth in my arms, where she belonged.

I'll never be content with that ending… I know that the Mark of Athena stories are so overdone but I'm thinking if I should write one. Of course I'd change it to be more original. What do you guys think? I still want reviews! Tell me if you like the ending or you would have liked to see.