Two Great Prophecies. Four pantheons. Countless battles, countless deaths. Percy Jackson has fought since he was twelve, and he is sick of it. Sick of the gods who treated mortals like cattle, yanking them around for their amusement. Sick of the danger lurking around every corner. Sick of the quests, the prophesies, the betrayals, the fear, the heartache. Sometimes, in his darkest moments, Juno's words from so long ago echo in his head.
"In the sea, no monster would bother you. You could begin a new life, live to a ripe old age, and escape a great deal of pain and misery that is in your future."
Sometimes, in his darkest moments, he is tempted.
But something always drags him back from his somber mood. The way Annabeth's eyes glint when she laughs. The old-fashioned way Hazel fans her face when something scandalizes her. Leo's stupid jokes, Frank's charming clumsiness. His mother's happiness when she's with the people she cares most about.
On moments like that, he knows. Despite everything he's gone through, everything he's sacrificed, he doesn't regret a second of it. If it meant that his friends kept smiling like that, he would do it all again.
This doesn't represent my best work, it's just a quick drabble to remind me why I used to enjoy writing. Don't judge me too harshly, I spent more time trying to figure out how to navigate this website from a computer than actually writing the drabble.