Clarisse La Rue
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Clarisse sighed as she walked through the camp, Her camp. It had changed so much over the years. So many wars fought and won on this ground. So many lives lost.
She would remember every single one of them for the rest of her life, and on to the next. The younger campers moved out of her way as she passed, whether out of fear or respect she didn't really care.
She stood at the very center of her camp, right next to the hearth and Hestia who nodded kindly to her.
Directly in front of her stood the lake. Tears came unbidden eyes of the Daughter of Ares, the lake had once been a place of peace and reflection. After the worst battle, Clarisse had ever fought it had only been a place of sorrow and regret.
If only she had been faster, stronger, more bloodthirsty, maybe Percy Jackson would still be alive.
She turned away. A fond smile came to her face as she looked over at the woods. Every mock battle, every Capture the Flag passed through her mind in a flash. That was even where Chris had finally proposed to her, at the creek of her first real defeat.
At the entrance of the woods, she and Chris were married. In the entryway of Bunker 9, Clarisse delivered her first child. A daughter named Agrona, meaning 'war'. Chris had thought that was hilarious. Two years later she would have twins at the base of Zeus's Thumb. A boy named Cyrus and a girl named Cynthia. Sun and Moon.
All of her children were grown now and had children of their own. Agrona had married a son of Hypnos, Cynthia had married next, falling in love with a young mortal author. She hadn't told him about her family and didn't have plans to. Cyrus had ended up with a beautiful daughter of Aphrodite.
All of her grandchildren usually took after her instead of Chris. Something she loved to remind him of.
The cabins were next.
Gods how the numbers had grown. What had originally been twelve had grown uncountable. Cabin 5 stood out even when all of the others were added. Her cabin would stay the strongest no matter what.
Finally, she turned towards the Big House.
Of course, there was no angry god of wine there anymore, his sentence had finished years ago. But the place still held many fond memories. Sitting at the ping pong table discussing war strategies or how best to defend the camp. Leo cracks jokes and lighting himself on fire, while everyone else laughed about something or other. Those days were long passed of course but to her, it still felt like yesterday.
The sound of laughter reached her ears. A small child ran towards her, "Grammy! Grammy! I just won my first match!" A proud smile stretched across her face. "That's wonderful sweetie! Did you kick the other kids but?" When her granddaughter nodded her head excitedly, Clarisse laughed.
Suddenly they heard Cyrus call her. "Bye bye Grammy!"
Clarisse waved goodbye. When she turned around the sun was setting on the lake, and a lone dark figure was walking towards her.
"Hello, Nico."
"Good evening, Clarisse. Are you ready?"
"I've been ready for a while now."
"Then let's go."
To any outside viewer, an old woman stood by a fire, until she collapsed, suddenly. All of the campers rushed to her, Apollo campers tried to bring her back, but it was too late. Clarisse Rodriguez had passed.
I feel like of all of them Clarisse would end up being the one who lived to a ripe old age.
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