YHello! Hope everyone is doing great! It's a special day today... Cookies for anyone that knows why! ;) Anywho, thank you all so much for the reviews and feedback on my story! You are all so amazing and it means so much to me every time I look up my reviews. Although I've been told my story is "amazing" I'm not so sure! I mean, so many of you are more talented than I am, it's just such a huge honor to be told that! In fact, it's just an honor to be on this site surrounded by so many brilliang people! It's an honor, it truly is.
Now its that time we all know and hate... Responded to a review! (It had to happen!) To Iwovepizza: you don't sound like a hater! And I'm happy you said that. I hadn't realized it was like a pattern. I'll try not to do it again, but if I do in sorry. Also, don't worry about Tartarus. I'm going to do some flashbacks and stuff. To other people (a few asked this): it was not suicide. I either explained to you already, or you'll find out in this chapter. It was partly suicide, but he didn't Fire it at himself. You'll find out.
There we go. My BFF Dylan (he's a guitar) wants to tell you something. Go head buddy! "We own nothing which is super sad. We only own a CHB t shirt and the whole series and other nerdy stuff." Dylan! Get on with it! "We also hope you enjoy this chapter! The story is almost done!" Sorry everyone. He's new to fanfiction. Cause he's a guitar. :) I'm weird like that. 9 days til BOO.
(Sorry this chapter is so short!)
Annabeth's POV (during Percy's rant two chapters ago)
I, along with several hundred campers and several immortals, gawked at Percy as he stood on top of the hill holding the master bolt. It was trained at Zeus's stomach, the tip barely an inch away. One good twitch would send it straight into his body, probably sending him to the void to waste away forever.
As the speech continued, percy got angry. As his anger grew, the bolt in his hands started to spark. By the time percy got to the part about suicide, there was a constant flow of sparks raining down. It didn't seem to bother Percy.
"Percy! Put the master bolt down!" I called. He was really scaring me. He was screaming at everyone, and telling us things no one knew or wanted to know. Did he really feel that way?
Percy looked down at me, then at the lethal weapon in his hands. Something flickered in his eyes when he looked at the bolt. Percy looked back at me and I stifled a gasp. His beautiful sea-green eyes were dancing with a crazed light to it. They were slightly lighter in color, but it might've just been the light from the sun or the madness in him.
"You know what?!" Percy screamed madly. "NO!"
Percy whirled the master bolt into the air above him. The Olympians gasped and the demigods screamed. The gods tried to stop it with their powers, but it was too powerful to be controlled. The only being that could control it is Zeus, and he was too weak after it poking him in the chest to be of any help. The only thing Zeus managed to do was make the bolt change directions and head back to earth.
The Olympians and minor gods present used evey power they had trying to turn the bolt away from their screaming children. There was one demigod that wasn't screaming though. And I'll give you a hint on who it was. His intitials were Percy Jackson.
I watched Percy as I tried to save the younger campers. He didn't panic in any way. He kept his head turned towards the sky as he repositioned himself. Finally, he was satisfied with his spot. Percy turned his head towards me and stared me straight in the eye. Percy winked, but I'm not sure. It was too fast to be certain.
As everyone watched, the bolt returned back to earth and stabbed through someone, only to be embedded in the dirt next to the fallen body. Percy Jackson fell to the ground with a lip-sided smile on his face.
Everything was silent. No one dared to move or even breathe, the ocean was silent, all the birds and bugs in the forest were still. The quiet was unnatural and unsettling, but deafening.
All at once it seemed as though sound came back. People were sobbing, others with wet eyes. Some people tried to revive Percy, but it did nothing. The body was still trembling like a leaf in a storm from the electric shock it received.
Im not sure how I got there, but I was soon sobbing over the chest of my one love. Clarisse was behind me trying to provide comfort, Thalia and Nico hugging each other for comfort. Grover was muttering amd pacing, Poseidon tried to pretend Percy was still his little boy, Selene and Hestia criee together her over the death of their champion. Daisy stood off to the side confused.
"Why won't he get up?" Daisy asked innocently.
I tried to answer. "He won't get up because hes... Dead. He died. He's in a better place now." I tried to keep it together, but failed. I fell back onto Percy's oddly warm chest and sobbed. Daisy asked more questions, and other people answered them. I was too busy trying to figure out why Percy was so warm if he was dead.