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Annabeth's POV

I knelt in front of Percy Jackson, a blood-stained dagger in my hand. What had I done? I didn't have control over my body. I remembered everything. I remembered Gaea's spirit taking over me, and I was helpless to intervene. I wanted to stop myself, but I couldn't.

Gaea released me after she was done with me. But not before she left a mark of my betrayal. A small, trident-shaped tattoo burned into the skin of my right wrist. The same hand that I used to kill Percy...Every time I saw the tattoo, the bad memories swept in.

I was a traitor. A monster. Gaea had destroyed my life. Everyone knew that I was the cause of Percy's demise. They never spoke to me again. But I knew what they were thinking: She killed her own boyfriend. She betrayed us all. They were all scared of me. Chiron tried to comfort me, but he was scared too; I could tell.

I traced the trident tattoo on my wrist. It almost caused physical pain touching it. Underneath the trident, were small letters in bold: Hero's Bane. The tattoo would be with me for the rest of my life, haunting me. I didn't know what was more traumatic: murdering Percy, or the fact that I would be isolated from everyone for the rest of my life.

It's not like I could run away from camp. I would get killed as soon as I stepped out the protective borders of camp. I spent my days training vigorously, trying to fight away the pain. I trained non-stop, long after everyone else stopped. I trained until my limbs felt like lead, and my eyes were bloodshot. Even then, I never stopped. I kept slashing and hacking at the training dummy. Every strike against the dummy, I felt a little less pain. Just a little.

I had lost track of time. My body was numb. I felt a pair of hands grip my shoulders from behind. I paused for a moment, and let the point of my dagger drop. I turned, and my older sibling, Malcolm, looked at me sternly.

"Annabeth. You've been out here for hours. You've got to go to bed," he said softly, gently taking the dagger out of my hands. Only then did I really realize how exhausted I was.

"I killed...P-Percy…" I stuttered, feeling tears streak down my face. Malcolm pulled me into a hug, and I buried my face into his neck.

"Don't worry, Annabeth. It wasn't your fault. Shh...It's okay," he crooned. I weakly sank to my knees, still keeping hold of Malcolm.

I wasn't sure how long we sat there. I let out all the tears that I had held in since Percy's death.

Finally I looked up, and smiled thinly. "Thanks, Malcolm. I-I think I'm ready," I whispered.

Malcolm smiled back. "That's what brother are for. Now, let's get you to bed." He helped me stand up, and gently led me to the Athena cabin.

I climbed into my bed and closed my eyes. "Goodnight, Annabeth," I heard Malcolm say.

Maybe I could get through this. Maybe I wouldn't be alone.

I took a deep breath. For once, since Percy's death, I felt whole again. I knew I couldn't live in the past too much. But there would always be a special place in my heart for Percy. Always.

"I love you, Percy," I whispered, and then I drifted off to sleep.

I guess this is somewhat of a happy ending :)

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