I do not own Percy Jackson!
Running, running, running.
As fast as I could, I ran. Ran far away from the judgemental stares and the assumptions. Ran until I met a forest, which I knew well. I ran until I saw the tree spirits, concerned for their homes. I ran until I saw the cabins, so clean and pretty. More than twelve of them now, thanks to Percy Jackson.
Percy Jackson... the man I had fallen for, the one who was with me thick and thin. Who helped me and Grover even though he couldn't help his mother. The person I helped defeat Polyphemus with my wits. The person who had saved me from the titan Atlas, and who had ventured the maze so I wouldn't be alone. Who had remembered me even with his mind blank, who had come to rescue me again and again.
Until... he was gone. Wished into the stars with so many of our friends. Bianca, Zoe, Charles, Silena... all of those who fell to our enemies.
I could remember the shroud, beautiful with a pure black base with hints of the sea green like his eyes.
I could remember his final words, spoken clearly.
I could remember the second he let go, the second he stopped fighting. We had won the battle, survived two wars. Overcame 7 prophecies and watched our friends die along the way. But the second he destroyed the final monster, he collapsed among my other friends. He bowed to the watching gods, blood dripping from his chest, and said in a hollowed tone:
Don't forget me...
And he spoke no more.