Well everyone I kinda ran out of ideas so i decided that this chapter will be in Luke's POV. (He didn't die in this story, and Kronos didn't either. Also, this is set after heroes of olympus, except for I won't include everyone from Camp Jupiter and Jason, Piper, and Leo. This probably will make no sense so read it...
Regret.
So much regret.
And pity.
So much pity.
Almost too much to bear.
Pity for not only for himself, but for everyone else.
Everyone he had hurt.
Everyone he had left behind when he had made the worst mistake in his life.
Why did I do that?
Luke still wondered this every single day. Even though it had been almost two years since he had decided to join Kronos's army, he still remembered every day, how much he had regretted it.
He had regretted doing this the second he had agreed to joined.
He had regretted it the second he saw everyone else's disgust and hatred, all targeted at him.
He had regretted it the second he saw that glint in Kronos's eyes.
He knew that glint. It was one he knew all too well. It was the glint he saw every time he looked in a mirror. It was the glint that shone in his eyes whenever he got mad, or whenever he wanted revenge.
But Kronos's glint was different than Luke's.
It was more malicious. It was darker, more willing to hurt and kill.
It was like a spider web. Soft and beautiful, but when you got trapped in it, it was impossible to escape.
And now Luke was trapped. Trapped like a fly, waiting for the spider to eat it.
Waiting,
And waiting.
Waiting for Kronos to decide that he was useless, and kill him.
Dying would be a relief, actually.
It would be like avoiding the inevitable.
Except that he would be avoiding everyone forever and ever.
Maybe they would meet in the Underworld. He'd probably end up in the Fields of Punishment. Everyone else from camp would probably be in Elysium, so it didn't really matter.
Nothing did anymore. Why would anything matter, now that Annabeth was dead?
Sure, Thalia was still alive, but she must hate him now.
He had no one left.
No one.
It had always been this way.
And it always would.
Annabeth and Thalia had been the only ones that he had really, truly, loved.
He loved them with all his heart, for he had nothing, no one else, to love.
And now she was dead.
And who had killed her?
Luke.
He had pretended to hate her, and Percy.
But the truth was, he actually admired the guy.
He admired how he always stood by her side, even when he could've died a million times over.
He admired how he still loved her, after everything that had happened.
And he admired how he never backed down.
When Luke's life was in danger, he did the worst thing he could've done.
He chose to save himself, instead of saving everyone else.
He chose to actually trust Kronos, and believe that Annabeth would never be harmed.
Yes, he knew that others would be harmed, but he didn't think that anyone he loved would be harmed.
And now he had to pay the price for betraying everyone.
And that price was killing Annabeth.
Why, why, had he been so stupid?
He had been so immature, so easy to manipulate. It made him ashamed to even think about it.
It made him ashamed every time he remembered the shock, the pain, and the regret on her beautiful face when he had stabbed that sword into her.
It had made him so ashamed that when he pulled the sword out, covered with the blood of Annabeth, he ran away, dragging it with him, and flung it with all his might, into the sea, watching the waves swallow the sword, carrying away the last bits of love that had been directed at him away. Far, far away. Farther than he could ever reach again.
When the sword had sunk, into the deep, deep sea, Luke didn't see the point in life anymore.
If there was no love left, for him and others, what was the point of living?
There was no one to laugh with, no one to smile with.
So Luke resolved to do what he did best.
He pretended. He acted like nothing happened, even though his heart beat painfully inside him, every thump reminding him of the life he had stolen from others.
Every thumpity thump thump reminding him of those lives that could have been filled with happiness and joy, instead filled with sadness, pain, and hatred.
All those lives that ended up like his own, miserable, one.
Incomplete.
Authors note: That took me forever to write because I had to type it on an iPad. It's shorter than my previous one, but hopefully it's fine. PLEASE REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! So far, I only have one, and I want some more reviews. Also, do all that good stuff like favoriting and following and BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!