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PART 3. CHAPTER 12.
The End

The Elysium was nothing you could merely describe in simple words. No amazingly long word could describe this place either, it was just so magnificent. I let go of Thalia's hand and took a couple of steps forward and took in a large breath. There were mountains in every direction, the sky was black, and the stars sprinkled the above like florescent lights, so bright and warming. I held out my arms and took in another breath. The air was so warm and beautiful, no matter the snowy air above me.

I could feel water trickling around my feet, and suddenly I realized that I was no longer wearing my torn jeans and jacket, but they were similar to the clothes I wore on Circe's island, baggy white pants that stayed tight against my legs at the ends, and a cotton white shirt with a small pocket, and I almost wanted to place my hand in it and look for the moon lace I had been given. I turned my head to Thalia, who had her eyes closed, studying everything. She was wearing a long white dress that did not cover her feet. We were both standing in the cold river water.

I took a step over the river and a new feeling flooded over him. I could feel and hear everything. I could hear the laughter of her voice; I could hear her singing like a songbird. She seemed so close, so real, but her voice had no life to it. I could feel her hair against me when I hugged her, I could feel her warm hands clutched within mine, I could feel the sensation of when she placed her lips upon mine, and we kissed. I could feel her kiss; it was so magnificent that I could no longer describe the feeling of her lips upon mine.

"Percy," I turned to Thalia, and we both looked upwards at one of the mountains, and I could see two people. One was a young teenage man; he seemed to be comforting a girl who sat beside him. I looked down at my feet and realized I was standing not in a cold river, but the hopes and dreams of those who lived here; we were standing in their tears, the ones that had been wasted for those who loved them, the ones they loved back, the ones they would no longer see again.

The man stepped away from the young girl, and her tears fell to the ground, into the palm of my hand. The tear was so warm, unlike the others that were fishing around my ankles. I could see the man coming closer, he looked up at me and blinked slowly, "What are your names?" he asked us. "You must be new here, may I presume?"

I shook my head, "We have gotten permission from Hades to come here and search for a friend. My name is Perseus, but you may call me Percy. My father is the god Poseidon. This here is my friend Thalia, she is a daughter of Zeus." The young man studied us carefully with his hopeless eyes and turned towards something. I followed his gaze to a section of statues, and the man left and walked away from us. He provided no help, but he talked to someone in the distance and they both looked at us. The other young man came over. He was tanned with blonde hair and green eyes.

"My name is Perseus. Jason sent me over here to help you find your friend, what is their name?" he asked us kindly. I couldn't think of her right now. It was him, Perseus, him, me, us. I could feel a strong connection like an empathy link connected between us, it was so strong, because we were one person.

"Annabeth Chase," Thalia said, and I was pulled back to reality from my daydream.

"I believe I saw Annabeth in the mountain gazebo with a cup of hot chocolate, she didn't seem to happy lately," Perseus sighed and looked at the ground as though her hopelessness was his fault, like he was the one who let her die and come here to such a wonderful afterlife.

I nodded a thanks and placed my hand within Thalia's once more. Her hand was hot as I dragged her towards a mountain with a blue top. I thought that must've been the gazebo we had been recently told about to travel to.

The journey seemed like days, but we arrived and walked up the steps.

And there she was. I could see her blonde hair placed back in a ponytail, thrown over her shoulder. There was a steam rising from in front of her, which I suggested to myself was the hot chocolate. She too, along with Thalia was wearing a white dress, but hers was more worn and tired out. I could see water trickling from her eyes, and she threw a white cup towards the ground, and I heard the shatter when it touched the soft grass. I slowly stepped forward towards her and placed my arms around her waist, "I'm here, Annabeth." I whispered softly into her ear, "I'm here to help you."

She was quiet, and didn't even turn to give me a hug. Her sniffling stopped, and her eyes were closed, but I rested my head upon her shoulder and her breathing slowed, and finally stopped. I could hear the winds of the mountains whistling past our ears, I could feel the presence of Zoë looking down on us. I could feel all the presence of each of my friends. I could hear and feel them all, Tyson, Grover, Thalia, Nico, Bianca, Ethan, Zoë, Chiron, even Clarisse. I could feel and hear them all.

But everything for me was turned towards her, turned towards Annabeth, and finally I heard her voice, "Percy," she whispered. Her voice made my heart pounce like a two month old kitten on a piece of string. She turned towards me and finally I saw all of her. I could see her gray eyes that sparkled, yet tonight they stayed dim. I could see her blonde hair that often shined, but tonight it didn't shine.

It felt like the day of Annabeth's birthday, when we announced our love to each other, and just as our lips came close, everything broke into Hades. Now we were in the same spot, but instead of on a romantic cruise, we were in the Elysium upon the mountain's light blue gazebo.

I leaned in, but she moved away, and I could feel her trembling from under my hands. My hands slid down her arms and I grabbed her hands. A tear slowly descended from her right eye, and I placed my hand upon her cheek and brushed away the cold water from her face. I was so excited to see Annabeth again, but she was so upset, and the whole world sat upon my shoulders, and it made me feel bad, as though I were causing her this pain.

She placed her head upon my chest, and I lay my hand upon her head and stroke her blonde hair, taking out the elastic and letting it fall. "Percy," she cried feebly. She didn't look at me, "You must really have seaweed in your brain to come all the way here to see me." Though this comment would often create a smirk, she still sounded so forlorn.

"How could I ever stay away from someone like you?" she pulled away and looked into my eyes, "Someone so beautiful, so talented and smart. You know I love you Annabeth, and I would kill myself right now just to be beside you."

Annabeth shook her head, "Percy, ever since I learned this new life, I feel and know everything. The history, present and future of every single item I touch. I found the silver rose and I touched it. It represents so much, so much more than what you could ever imagine. So much no words would describe it. It stands for so much, love, so much love. But it doesn't stand for the love you pictured it for," she whispered to me, "You may think it stands for us, but it doesn't. It stands for you and another person, someone even closer to you than even I thought possible. You already know who they are, but if I told you it would ruin your future."

"So are you like a new Oracle?" I smiled, she nodded, and my heart jumped when I saw the leer upon her face.

"I touch, I feel, and I know."

I leaned in "Then tell me; tell me about myself," I leaned in and touched my lips against hers, with not much pressure. I wasn't looking for a kiss, I was looking for answers, something valuable. Annabeth closed her eyes and it became silent, though it was never awkward. She reopened her eyes and smiled, looking up at me.

"Your life," she whispered, "Shall be amazing, but I do not see myself in your future. Not for another ten or twelve years."

My heart sank, and I suddenly knew the answer to my question. She would not accept life, she would deny going back to the world that we both came from. She would tell me no, that I have much to live for, that she was not pictured in my future, and that the future I had I would face with friends, with close friends, but not her. She was not there, and I almost felt myself drown in my own tears, yet not a single drop of water appeared upon my face.

"I know more than you think," I whispered, "I know your answer."

"And I know your question," she sighed and looked down, "I'm sorry, Percy. But I've also seen my own future, I'm going to help Jason out so much for twelve years at the least, and that's when I see myself once more, though it's not the way you'll imagine it. Your life will be fine without me. As your prophecy said, one shall have something special to them tossed. You will have the love you always wanted beside you, gone."

"Six on a journey to go down below, give life to a friend they wish to bestow. One shall get stuck, one shall get lost. Nico's stuck, and I'm sure his father will never let him leave, or maybe it is Ethan who shall get stuck in the Underworld. And Grover has become lost."

Annabeth smiled, "Do not worry for Grover, he shall find his way back to camp soon enough."

"One shall have something special to them tossed," with my hand I pushed her hair behind her ear, "Two souls shall follow you to the unknown," I looked at Thalia, and thought of her and Mrs. O'Leary, they had no choice but to follow, "To a place in which you shall soon call home," and I looked up at the stars in the sky, and knew that she meant that where my new home would be, it would be just above the gazebo, "So a choice you can't choose, for friends you shall loose, and still you shall feel all alone,"

"You know the answer, and your mother wishes to live her life here too, she is happy helping the young ones who die at an early age even younger than seven cope with a new happier life." she kissed me and let her hand run through my hair. "I will miss you, Percy. I love you."

THE END.

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