Okay so this chapter explains how Percy died. You guys were wondering, so here it is. This chapter is actually pretty depressing, I mean, I have a heavy heart right now. Also, DON'T FORGET TO READ MY NEW STORY: The Collision of Blood. So, without further ado, ON WITH THE STORY!:

Annabeth

Annabeth had agreed to tell them how it happened, only because she Percy would've wanted her to. It was still incredibly painful for her to even think about. Her Seaweed Brain was gone. It wasn't fair. She had just gotten him back, and then he was ripped away from her grip. She could already feel the tears that were stinging her eyes, just by thinking of how it happened.

Chiron and Poseidon came into the Big House, along with all of the Camp Counselors and Centurions, and of course, Reyna. Grover came in too, he apparently just got back today. Grover's eyes were puffy, apparently he had seen Percy. Grover came and hugged Annabeth, and she welcomed the embrace of a friend.

"Annabeth?" Chiron said, his tone gentle, "How did this happen?"

She took a deep breath, "So, you've all heard of how Tartarus has risen?" Everybody nodded, almost in sync. "Well, it required a person for him to possess," she looked at Piper, already feeling bad for her. "Tartarus had his chief Eidolon take possession of Jason, and used his body to help Tartarus rise." Piper looked like she had been smacked right across the face, tears had instantly sprung into her eyes. Leo went over and hugged her, and Aurora was also comforting her, many people mumbled their condolences.

"And so, after that, we got the banner-" Annabeth gestured to the flag, "-and Gustav died distracting Tartarus so we could escape." The Centurions and Reyna looked down, and mumbled some latin prayer.

"So, wait," Travis interrupted, "How did Percy die?"

Annabeth was swept into a memory of what happened...

They had been running for five days now, Camp Half-Blood was maybe a couple days away, they were so close. Percy was running, riptide out, he was in the back. Annabeth was just in front of him, the Frank, and at the front, was Clarisse. They heard a hissing sound, and instantly knew what it was. The Wraiths. Annabeth looked around and cursed herself, the clearing they were in was perfect for an ambush. They proceeded cautiously, fanning out now, keeping their eyes everywhere.

"So," Tartarus' voice sounded from everywhere, "You've finally arrived." The wraith's sprung out from the trees. and now, they were surrounded. "Kill them." The wraith's charged at them, sword's straight out, ready for impaling. Annabeth blocked one, deflected another, stabbed one wraith, and pushed it back. The wraith was still fine, it's cloak was just a little torn. She could see that the other's were doing just as well as she was. Clarisse stabbed the banner into the ground, and golden light exploded from it, sending the wraith's running back.

She felt relief consume her, until she couldn't see Percy. She looked around desperately, trying to find him, and she did. The idiot was battling Tartarus, alone. She felt time slow, just like it did with Sfagi. She watched Tartarus kick Percy's leg, and Percy stumble. Horror filled her stomach, and she let out a scream that was silent to her, as Tartarus' flail connected with Percy's side. Percy flew like a ragdoll about five feet, and Tartarus walked slowly over to him, and pulled out a shortsword. He lifted Percy by the collar of his shirt, and hissed something to him. Brought his sword to Percy's throat, and Annabeth felt her legs turn to jelly. Tartarus pulled the blade across, slitting Percy's throat.

Clarisse was charging now, holding the banner, she was letting out a battle scream. Annabeth fell to her knees, as she saw Tartarus let go of Percy, and his body fall to the ground. Tears began welling up, a huge pit of despair consuming her. She got up, and ran over to Percy. She took off her shirt, pressing it Percy's neck, trying to stop the bleeding. Her only focus now was to save Percy. Tears began to blur her vision as Percy looked at her, with a look she had rarely seen in his emerald eyes, fear. Percy was afraid. She hurried now, trying with all the power she had to stop his profuse bleeding. Annabeth helped pick up Percy, they needed to get him to camp, quickly.

A couple days later, Percy was still holding on, but barely. He was pale, nearly chalk-white. His beautiful emerald green eyes were glazed over with pain. Annabeth had hope, they were only fifteen minutes from camp, they were so close. "Annabeth." Percy whispered. She stopped and bent down to listen. "I'm not going to make it." Blood spluttered from Percy's mouth a little.

"No. You're going to be fine, I won't let you be taken from me." Annabeth said, fresh tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

"You can't stop it, I'm dying. Listen, don't let Olympus fall." Percy managed to get out. Annabeth felt the tears rushing down her face now, she just realized that Frank had put Percy on the ground now to hear what he was saying. "Don't let everything be invain, make it count." Annabeth knew what he was talking about, he was saying make his death count. "Annabeth, I love you, I'm sorry, so sorry." She felt the hot tears stinging her face, her heart was being torn into absolute shreds.

"Percy. Please." She begged, feeling him slip away, "Don't leave me!" Percy tilted his head back, and let out a final shaky breath. She buried her head into his shirt, and she cried. The world seemed to grow darker because Percy died, the world mourning the loss of a hero. Annabeth gripped his shirt, still crying, Frank had some tears rolling down, as did Clarisse. They were probably like that for hours, or it could've been only minutes. "Come on," She said, "We need to bring Percy back to camp."

The memory stopped then...

Annabeth woke up, she was in her cabin, in her bunk. At first, she thought everything was okay, maybe Percy was still alive, maybe everything was just a bad dream. But then she looked down and saw she was still in her clothes from earlier. It wasn't a dream. Percy was dead. She couldn't take it anymore, she was tired of being strong. She laid back down on the pillow, and she cried.

As I said, pretty emotional shit. So, I won't even say to have a nice day, because I myself am pretty sad. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and please share your thoughts...