I stood there, preparing myself for what I had to do. I thought about things, so many things, and it's impossible to say how long I stood there. I finally swallowed nervously, and peered down at the sword in my hand. I knew it had a purpose, one that went farther than it's history. Now that I stood there, knowing what had to happen, the mixed aura seemed so obvious. It was quite obvious why it felt bittersweet in my hand. There were people other than myself who would feel the consequences of this act. I felt bad for them, but I had to be with Zoe. It would kill me if I wasn't. Surely they could understand, Percy would, even if no one else did. Well, he would eventually, once he got his memory back.
I was still immensely scared, but I talked myself into it. 'It's going to be easy, all you have to do is stab. It's one, simple motion. You can do this.' Then I remembered something I had thought earlier. 'The easiest part of life is death...Life isn't fair, death is.' Then, with one quick, swinging stab, and a sickening ripping noise, it was done. I took the blade out of my stomach, pain completely engulfing me. I sucked to the ground, and screams and sobs rang in my ears, but I knew they belonged to me. A huge hole in my stomach was drenching my cloths with warm, sticky, red liquid that I knew all too well as blood. I could feel the life seeping out of me, and everything was suddenly peaceful. I could still feel the excruciating pain all over my body, but it wasn't the same as it used to be. It's almost impossible to explain, but I felt at peace. I was on my way. With one last breath, my vision became lined with red and black, and I died.