AN: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Life got in the way. So did death considering I got dragged along to like two funerals so I didn't have a lot of time to write with all the grieving my parents were doing. But anyways I have more important things to talk about: I am very disappointed with you guys TWO people answered my question TWO people. I thought I would get a better response from you guys. So I decided that this won't be the end of the story it will continue so here is a really short quick chapter that jumps ahead a bit but it will make you want to kill me. Another quick thing: I have another story it is on FictionPress it is called: The Woes of the Westward Wing so you guys should look at it. NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED: All of these settings and characters belong to Rick Riordan. Enjoy! Sorry for any OOCness!

Percy

It has been 22 years since Annabeth has past and still every Saturday Percy went up to Olympus and placed flowers on Annabeth's shrine. He never saw anyone there so what he saw when he got there really took him by surprise. A figure was kneeling at the foot of the alter. She was wearing a dark green cloak and she seemed to be praying. Percy cleared his throat awkwardly and the woman rose.

"I've been expecting you Mr. Jackson." She sounded very familiar and he still couldn't see her face, "why do you still come here after all these years isn't it just a waste of time? Don't you still have a promise to fulfill?" She waved her hand and Percy's image appeared it was 22 years ago and he was eating a doughnut on a park bench. Then he remembered his promise 'I'll find you Annabeth, I promise.' The woman nodded like she could read his thoughts. "You never told them how you escaped Tartarus or how she really died." With that she disappeared into a cloud of mist. He heard something behind him and found Athena standing there.

"Did I not deserve the truth about my own daughter's death?" Her words stung worse than lemon juice in a fresh cut. He tried to speak but it was too painful for him to recollect. He himself still could not believe what he had done to her his own wise girl. He still blamed himself after 22 years and why shouldn't he? He had killed her.

AN: Mwah ha ha I'm so evil to all of you. The next chapter: Thalia's POV or Jason's POV? TTYL!