Hello! How is everyone? I'm amazing, thanks for asking! I just had the best day ever! Now, a few things to talk about. One, thanks for all the reviews! I really appreciate them! Two, I still have my poll up if you'll like to vote! It'll be up until I finish the third book in my little series! Three, almost done with this story! Four, a note for whoisanne if you are reading this chapter: I don't intend on being mean, but did you read the first story in my little series? Chapter one explains all about who Anne is. She's Percy's older brother who was killed when percy was seven and she was eleven by Kronos's minions. Five, sorry I do so many cliffies everyone! I'm just good at drama. That's why the genre isn't humor. I stink at humor. But whatever. Six, I own nothing. It all belongs to the amazing Rick Riordan! I still hope you enjoy my chapter! (PS maybe I will update tomorrow. You'll have to check in to see! No promises though!)

Third Person POV

Everything was silent, which was an odd change after the noise just created. After Percy shot the master bolt, every god tried to stop it with their powers. Poseidon tried to block it with a water wall, Zeus tried to command it, hades made skeletons to grab it. Demeter and Dionysus worked together to grow vines, Hera created a wall of cows, Artemis and Apollo shot arrows at it, Hephaestus made a wall of steel two feet thick, Ares threw a sword at it, Aphrodite tried to charmspeak it away. Hestia blasted it with fire, Hermes blasted it with power from his staff, and Athena blasted it with power from her hands.

All their efforts were in vain.

The shocked demigods gods and surprised gods watched in horror as the bolt made contact with a body, knocking it over. The body hit the ground with a loud thud and trembled like a leaf in the wind from the electric shock.

People cried out. Some were sobbing, others with wet eyes, some trying to revive the fallen hero.

"How is it possible? The body shouldn't even be here. It would've disintegrated..." whispered the god of the sky lying on the ground. He was ignored.

A girl about the age of 7 knelt next to the body, along with two middle-age girls, a teenage couple, a satyr, a god, and two goddesses. The teenagers were comforting each other, the goddesses were crying together, the god was trying to pretend none of this happened, on middle-aged woman was crying over the chest of the body while the other awkwardly patted her back. The little girl just watched it all confused.

"Why won't he get up?" She asked.

The crying woman replied, "He won't get up because he's... Dead. He died. He's in a better place now though." The woman couldn't hold it together and fell back onto the body's chest and sobbed.

"Can I ask him to get up?" The young girl asked.

The other middle-aged woman answered this time. "I'm afraid that won't do anything. I'm sorry. You can always do it, it just won't do anything." Her voice was uncharacteristically quiet and kind.

"Why not? What can I do then?"

A goddess turned to the girl now. "I don't think there's anything else you can do sweetie. Why don't you go play with the rest of your cabin?"

The girl pouted. "No. I'm staying here. And I'll wake him up. I'll show you," she declared plopping down on the wet grass and grabbing the pale hand lying forlornly on the ground next to her. No one objected.

"Oh please wake up. You're my big brother! You're my best friend! You can't be gone!" The little girl started to cry, the situation finally dawning on her. "Who'll be my brother? Who'll read me my books? Who'll be my best friend? Who'll be my hero and role model? I needed you and you let me down!" The cries turned to sobs as the situation sunk in. "I love you!"

The girl felt something on her shoulder and looked up. "Dad... Is he... Gone?"

The god nodded sadly with wet eyes. "I'm so sorry..."

The girl's eyes welled up with tears. "NO!" She screamed. "WE ARE NOT GIVING UP ON HIM! WHAT WOD HE DO IF IT WAS ANY ONE OF YOU?!"

Campers and gods murmured. "HE'D RISK EVERYTHING TO SAVE YOU!"

Slowly, everyone nodded. The people that knew the little girl looked startled by her anger towards everyone, but even they knew it was the right thing to do.

"Good! Now no more quitter talk. He is not gone ya hear me? You hear me Hades?!" the girl screamed. People saluted her. "Now everyone be quiet while I talk to him!"

People looked around like she was crazy, but they were all quiet. The girl turned to the body.

"Please wake up. I love you. Other people love you. Why did you concentrate on the bad imstead of the good? I know you were abused, you saw death in wars, you carried death around at a young age, but that's no reason why to not look on the bright side. You've got amazing parents, both mortal and immortal, amazing friends, good looks, awesome powers, and I'm not half bad am I? We all love you, even if we don't show it all the time. Please wake up. I need you."

The whole hill held its breath, waiting for a sign of life. Silence echoed throughout the valley. At the same time everyone realized it was too good to be true. A gigantic whoosh sounded as everyone left out their breathe at the same time. The little girl was the last to turn away.

Just as the little girl was walking down the hill depressed, sokething cold and clammy sprang out and grabbed her ankle. The girl let out a scream. Everyone turned to see what had made her so panicked.

Slowly, the girl turned around to see her captor. She met a pair of half closed eyes and a small smile. "How's a guy supposed to be dead when you keep giving him speeches on how much you love and need him?" The former dead man teased. The little girl leapt into the arms of the man.

"I love you too Daisy," the man whispered into the hair of the little girl.

Daisy wralped her arms around the man's body like me might disappear if she didn't hold on tight.

Who is the man? Why, I bet you guessed by now, but I'll tell you anyways. The formally dead man was none other than Percy Jackson himself.

(AN: don't hate me! Explanation next chapter!)