Hello again viewers. Wow, third chapter! I must be in the big leagues now (lol). For real though, thank you for sticking with my little stories thus far. To be honest I've been using this to cope with a bad breakup, and I really enjoy it. Just a side note, this chapter might be a little sad. (Almost all of my chapters are going to be isolated, so the events of this one may not carry into the others, don't worry.)
Ricky my man, everything used here is yours, not mine
Percy:
Monsters, Titans, Giants, Primordials, even Tartarus itself are all things that I have faced, and moved past. I have looked Death I his ugly face, (trust me I've seen Thanatos), and yet I still stand here today. I've fought, and fought, and fought, for basically my entire life. Don't get me wrong, I couldn't have done any of it without the help of my friends. They have been there, supporting me from the very first time I even knew I was a demigod. The point is we fought so others wouldn't have to, so the people of the world could go on living in peace. So mortals wouldn't get involved. My apartment with my Mom, and later Paul were the only "normal" things in my life I've ever had to cling to.
In a world where I fight monsters daily, it's easy to forget that there are other things that can hurt people. Mortal things that, no matter how many times we demigods save the world, nobody has control of.
I, I know the typical saying is, "Why me?", but to be honest I could care less about myself. My only goal is to protect my friends and my family. So instead, I find myself saying, "Why her?"
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Sally Jackson was one of the only good things I believed were actually good. My mom was the most 'good' thing I could think of. She was nothing but nice, funny and genuine to everyone around her.
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and Pancreatic Cancer took her away from everyone. From me, from Paul, from Annabeth, everyone who's had the privilege of meeting Sally Jackson.
Not every problem can be solved with a sword. A sword can't stop a heartrate monitor from flat-lining. A sword can make an unhealthy body healthy again.
A sword couldn't bring back the dead.
Annabeth:
Sally Jackson was the most motherly figure I have ever had. From the moment I met her till the moment she passed, she would never stop fussing over me as if I was her own daughter. I loved her like anyone would love his or her own mother. She knew when to make people laugh, to let people cry, or to let people just feel at home. She even knew Percy and I would end up together years before anyone else would. She was, without a doubt, one of the best people to ever walk the Earth in all of its history. She raised Percy, a feat of great difficulty by itself. Her death is not one that will be taken lightly by anyone, least of all, Percy.
Percy and I have faced countless trials together, and until now the hardest of which was crawling through Tartarus to close those damn Doors of Death. I never thought anything could ever be more difficult than that. But, dealing with this loss myself, while at the same time watching the person who I love and loves me most in this world suffer this intensely, I have found something more difficult than that, and no matter how hurt or distraught I am, I have to remain strong for him, like he would do for me.
Third Person:
The city that never sleeps is a little quieter than usual. That night, in an apartment in Manhattan, two young adults lay down together, both sobbing, both clinging onto each other with the realization that life's dangers are broader than the mythological. One speaks up through sobs.
"Annabeth"
"Yeah Percy?"
"Please don't ever leave"
And with that, the two seemed to grip each other tighter, as they somehow managed to drift off into sleep.