AN: Hello all, here I am almost 10 years later ready to finish the commitment my 14-year-old self started. I don't have an excuse, life got in the way and I eventually lost interest in returning to this story. However, with the release of Hogwarts Legacy, I got back into fan fiction which inevitably led me back to this story. I have been wanting to return to writing fiction anyway so finishing this story is as good of a place to start as any. This probably won't be a particularly long story, but I do have a complete outline just depends on how long it takes to cover that. I won't commit to a hard update schedule, but I am aiming for a chapter every one or two weeks until it's finished as I usually only have time to write on the weekends. The first few chapters might be a little rough as it has been a long time since I've written fiction so it might take a few chapters for me to get my legs fully under me. A special thanks to the 7,000-something people that took the time to read this story over the years, and hopefully you will enjoy this rewritten version. If you read the original you should be familiar, but for those who haven't pay attention to the trigger warnings as this first chapter could be a little intense for some people. Lastly, I was up until 2 a.m. writing this and it has minimal editing so if you spot any mistakes feel free to let me know in P.M.s or reviews.

TW: PTSD, Intense negative thought spiral, Suicide

The waves crashed against the beach trying to drag anything in their reach back into their depths, roaring all the while. The wind whipped at a blinding speed while wailing as if in mourning. Clouds covered the night sky ready to cry at a moment's notice allowing only a minuscule amount of Artemis' gaze to peek through. Yet, despite the mounting storm none of these things seemed to reach the young man sitting on the sand. His eyes misted over looking out as if his mind was miles away. And Indeed Percy's mind was elsewhere, more specifically he was back at that fateful final battle that occurred a mere year ago.

The sound of battle raged as Percy took on Otis and Ephialtes with his Father by his side. Blood dripped down his face as he fought, but he pressed on undeterred. At least until he heard a pained scream and looked over to see Jason with a massive spear pierced through his chest courtesy of Porphyrion.

'Jason!' several voices screamed in chorus including his own, but the boy in question was already gone, the light absent from his eyes.

As the screams died off Percy felt sick as the scene in front of him began to morph rapidly. As the surrounding settled he found himself somewhere else entirely, he stood on top of Frank's dragon form with Piper as they flew towards Festus. Piper was sobbing uncontrollably but Percy was stone-faced as he prepared himself for the task ahead, hoping that he could somehow fulfill Jason's role in the prophecy. As the three approached the flaming dragon, Percy threaded his arm around Piper's shoulder in a paltry attempt at comfort.

'Piper I know everything is fucked but we have to fo-' Percy was cut off as a screaming ball of fire struck Gaia and Leo from below, blowing them all back. They could only watch on with ringing ears as another friend perished.

Percy returned to the present with a jolt, becoming aware of the tears streaming from his eyes as his body shook and his breath came in short hurried gasps. Looking out over the horizon he began to orient himself, it was far from the first time this had happened over the past year. In fact, it was a rather common occurrence with the death of his fellow seven weighing heavily on his mind. But it wasn't just those two, so many had died because of the stupid fucking prophecies that had stolen his teenage years. Running a hand through his hair he stared at the long island sound, hoping to seek comfort from the familiar waters. Instead, the crashing surf looked ominous fueling the anxiety he was always left with after an episode. With a tired sigh, he got up to begin the long trek back to his cabin.

Percy arrived to an empty cabin which a year ago wouldn't have been anything special but now was mildly curious. A couple of months ago a 17-year-old half-brother of his had shown up out of nowhere. Poseidon claimed to have no knowledge of the kid until recently, but that was just blatant bullshit. His dad was probably just keeping his brother a secret as a "backup", only now revealing him when the danger had passed. While Percy was rather miffed about the ordeal he was happy to have a sibling and he had to admit that he was glad that a sibling of his didn't have to deal with the trauma currently plaguing himself. He hadn't gotten to know Ryan too well with all the shit going on in his mind, but the kid seemed nice enough. The absence of his sibling at this time of night was odd, but Percy paid it no mind glad for the lack of company in his current state.

After a quick shower, Percy sat on his bed and pulled out a felt box from the drawer of his side table. He opened the box to reveal an imperial gold ring with a diamond sandwiched between an emerald and gray tourmaline, the gems gleaming even in the low cabin light. Things had been rough between Annabeth and himself recently with him being absent from life in general, but Percy was still convinced that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with the girl. Closing the box with a snap he threw it back in the drawer as he decided to pay his wise girl a visit. More than likely she'd still be up pouring over blueprints for the redesign of Olympus. Upon his arrival at the Athena cabin, the only one still awake was Malcolm.

"Hey Malcolm, is Annabeth asleep already?"

"No, she's not here. I think she said something about taking a walk," Malcolm replied with his head still buried in his work.

"Oh, alright. Thanks."

That's odd, late night walks aren't usually Annabeth's thing, at least not without him, most of the time she would rather curl up with a book especially when the weather isn't great like tonight. Not to be deterred he headed off to Zues Fist where they usually hung out to get away from camp. Coming up to the spot he could hear voices, and as he stepped into the clearing he could see Annabeth with what looked to be Ryan. Guess that explains the wear about of his lost sibling. However, before he could go say hello they started making out, much to his horror. He was too shocked to move until his trance was broken as things started to progress.

"What the fuck Annabeth," the words escaped Percy's lips without conscious thought.

Annabeth jumped and looked at him as her expression morphed from confusion to guilt. Her lips moved furiously but nothing came out as if the words got stuck in her throat. Ryan, for his part, sat looking nonplussed stoking Percy's ire further.

Before she could finish her attempt at speech Percy added, "I can't believe you!"

Without further ado, he turned back and walked back the way he came. A part of him wished to hear a hurried 'Percy, wait!', or a passionate 'I can explain!', hell he'd even take 'It's not what it looks like!'. But no such exclamations came, only silence followed as he returned to the beach which seemed so ominous before, hoping maybe this time it would offer a semblance of comfort. It didn't, but that wasn't much of a surprise to Percy as wrath pumped through his veins.

'How could she, after everything we've been through, after everything I've done for her just for her to cheat on me with my own fucking brother!'

It wasn't long before his inner ramblings were distilled into repeated thoughts of 'Fucking bitch' and 'Whore'. However, his anger was quickly swallowed by the same void that harbored all his emotions as of late, save sorrow and pain. If he was being honest with himself this wasn't an entirely unexpected development.

'A little rough my ass, god I'm such a fucking idiot, how did I not see this coming? I can't believe I was just considering proposing. Fuck, could I be any more unaware? Why would she want to spend her life with a broken idiot who can't even cope with a little trauma, so much for being a 'hero'.'

He hadn't been the best boyfriend as of late, spending most of his time alone not engaging with anyone. To be fair his rare social outing was with Annabeth, but apparently, that wasn't enough. He wished she had the decency to break up with him first, but all in all, he realized he couldn't even blame her that much. Percy wasn't the only one who lost his friends, but he sure as hell seemed to be the only one still unable to move forward. As his living friends all seemed content to keep living focus on their future, he was stuck with living within his own misery.

'I can't even figure out how to live with myself. I can't get a single moment of peace even after the end of those fucking stupid prophecies.'

'Useless'

'Is something wrong with me, why can't I just be happy?'

'Worthless'

'Is it ever going to get easier?'

'It will never get better, the pain will never end'

'It would be so much easier if I could just stop thinking for one fucking second of my fucking pointless existence'

'It's never going to end, you're broken, inferior, stupid, just end it all'

'No, I couldn't, there's still people that love me, I couldn't do that to them'

'Nobody loves you, you're all alone, everybody hates , you just saw the proof that even the 'love of your life' hates you enough to completely betray you. KILL YOURSELF'

'Mom would be devastated, I can't do it..'

'How could she love you, you're broken. You're just a burden to her. She would be relieved if you were gone, no she WANTS you gone. KILL YOURSELF'

'Worthless'

'Useless'

'Broken'

'Kill yourself'

'No…I-'

'You'll never be happy'

'You can't be fixed'

'You're beyond help'

'END IT'

"Yes," Percy mumbled to himself.

Like a light switch, once his conviction was set, his mind quieted. His warring emotions settled into a peaceful melancholy as if they knew it would be over soon. Percy walked into the swelling waters and kept walking until the shore was far behind him. The further he plunged into the depths of the sound, the more the waters stilled as if they were connected to his mood. He didn't intend to leave a note behind, maybe if everyone thought he just disappeared, they would chalk it up to him needing alone time. Hopefully, the Gods would keep quiet and that would curtail any mourning. Even if the real reason for his disappearance was discovered, they would get over it like they had their recently departed friends. Hell, they would probably get over even easier, they went out like true heroes, he was just a burden going out like a coward too afraid to live. Coming to a stop he pulled Anaklusmos out of pocket and uncapped it, taking a moment to admire the one friend that had never let him be alone.

Percy hesitated for a moment realizing that he would have to face all the people he failed.

'Maybe I can convince Hades to let me go to the fields of Asphodel'

With that in mind Percy drew his wrist across Riptide, one after the other. His blood bloomed like roses in the water, and in his final moments, Percy Jackson's face held the first genuine smile it had in a year.

Hades sat in the throne room of the Olympians waiting for the rest of the gods to show up, tapping his fingers against his throne nervously.

When all of the gods had arrived, Zeus tapped his lightning bolt against the floor three times signaling the start of the meeting.

"Why have you called this meeting brother? It better be important I was right in the middle of," Zeus cut himself short sending a sidelong glance to his wife, "I was busy."

"Percy Jackson might be dead," Hades muttered quickly his usual passive face filled with remorse.

As Hades expected, chaos ensued.

Among the cacophony, Poseidon's enraged shouts broke through clearly.

Athena, sharp as ever, was the only one to ask the obvious question, "What do you mean might be?"

All the chattering stop as those in the room waited for Hades to answer the question.

"Well, his soul briefly appeared in the underworld, but it disappeared just as quickly," Hades replied

"How could that happen?" Poseidon queried desperately.

"Either he was on the brink of death and pulled through," Hades hesitated, "or someone stole his soul."

An uneasy silence filled the throne room for a moment before Poseidon bellowed, "Well, Find out."

The sea god flashed away anxious to start his own investigation, the rest of the Gods following suit shortly after.

Percy awoke expecting to find himself in Charon's waiting room, instead, he finds himself surrounded by darkness, unable to see even see his own hands. Immediately on guard, he reached for Riptide only momentarily surprised to find it wasn't there.

"Do not be afraid Perseus," a sultry voice called to him penetrating the silence like a knife.

A soft glow came to life around him, revealing the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was garbed in inky robes that seemed to stick to her pale moon-like skin, at the bottom the robes seemed to meld into the remaining shadows. Her midnight-like hair appeared to be full of stars and it flowed easily around her face framing it perfectly. Her ruby-red lips curved into a smirk as her cloudy eyes seemed to pierce his soul. Power rolled off her in waves caressing him gently and warming him up from the inside.

"Who are you?" Percy asked in a trembling voice.

"Who am I?" she parroted. "I'm Nyx."