Percy was tired, so very tired, that all he wanted to do was sleep for an eternity. He supposed this came from being one of the oldest beings in the universe but still, he wanted to sleep. He had seen civilizations rise and fall, and he had still never felt this tired. The only time he had remembered being this tired was when he was first born. Well, born wasn't the right word because he had no mother to give birth to him, the better term would be when he had popped into existence. In the beginning of time there were six beings, three pairs. Life and Death, Order and Chaos, and Hope and Fear. Over time they adopted names, so they could integrate into mortal society. Death chose the name Percy, short for Persues the great hero. Life chose Annabeth combining two names she was fond of. Order chose Jason, again after the famed hero, while Chaos chose Piper, after a musician she met. Hope became Rachel a popular name she was fond of, while Fear became Nicholas, or Nico for short. This name was inspired by the Christain saint, he did it to feel more good, less evil.

These six have been around forever, for as long as there is Life, there is Death, where Order goes, Chaos follows, and Hope can always be snuffed out by Fear. Despite what one may think, these six did not hate each other, Piper and Jason had been in a relationship since Medieval Times. And Nico and Rachel started getting incredibly closer since World War II. The only two left out were Life and Death. And Percy knew why.

When he first came into existence he was violent, bloodthirsty. He wanted to take as many people as possible. It wasn't until the fall of Greece that he realized that the souls he took, they were Lifes children, and he took them, with no remorse, so he calmed down, he saw that to take someone's life and soul was not a privilege but a great honor. And he saw so much, and it scared him and it made him feel tired. So he decided to try and make it up to Life. He developed a system, it wasn't the best but he could take a person's soul and give them a new life. He could reincarnate them. Not all of them, but Life slowly started to forgive him. And soon they were friends. And things started to go bad because Percy started falling for Annabeth. And he knew that they could never be together, they were too different.

And now he just wanted to sleep, today had been hard for him, more people were dying every day. And he lacked the strength to reincarnate people. Because the more people died, the weaker he became, not stronger. Because it took a small portion of power to take someone's life and move them on. By the end of World War II he had been so weak, he had slept for a solid decade and half. And now, with the angry people and the fancy weapons and all the hate, he was just so weak. And so here he was, in a cave by the coast that he had remade into a small room. It had a bed, and television to keep up with the world. He had an old wood stove, so he could eat when he was weak and regain some power. But right now he was laying in the bed too tired to move. He sensed another being enter the ave, though in his weekend state he couldn't tell which one it was. He expected it to be Nico, they were like brothers because Fear and Death went hand in hand. If not Nico than Piper because Chaos often leads to Death. What he didn't expect was Annabeth. Sure they spent time together but she had never visited him. Never. And he sure wasn't expecting her to look concerned.

"Are you okay?" Annabeth asked, concern evident.

"Tired." Was all Percy could manage

"What's wrong?" She asked "I haven't seen you in a year."

"Power" Again all Percy could say, but she understood.

"What about your duties, who's doing them?" They each had a duty they had to do. Percy took the lives and souls of the people and sent them on or reincarnated them while Annabeth created the lives. Piper spread chaos while Jason followed and built the order back up, or the other way around. Nico and Rachel put the spark of hope and fear into people's minds.

"Reapers." Back in the Middle Ages Percy took a group of souls and imparted some of his power in them, making the Grim Reapers, they did some of his duty for him, making his job a lot easier.

"You know you could have told us you were becoming weaker." She said.

"I know." But he couldn't. He was the only one that was like this, everyone else was normal, their power waxed and waned with their influence on the world. The more chaos the more powerful Piper is. The more life there is the more powerful Annabeth is.

"But you won't." Annabeth knew him too well. "You know, I'm always here if you need help."

"I'm good."

"I really wish you would talk to me." Annabeth said, wistfully, "You know I send you gifts."

"I know." He really did know, every so often he would get a soul that had a little extra love, a little extra power or a life with a little extra meaning.

"I always wondered if you kept them." She asked, quietly, almost timidly. That made Percy look at her. In all of the eons they knew each other, Annabeth had never sounded timid. She looked scared, like she was about to receive terrible news, and Percy finally realized what this was all about. He saw within her, a skill he had picked up, the ability to see someone's soul. And he saw something, something he longed for, something he saw whenever he looked in the mirror.

"I kept them" he said, with a smile on his face and tears in his eyes "Every. Single. One"

I might make another version where Percy is Life and Annabeth is Death. Let me know if I should do this