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This oneshot is for Ood Sigma, who owns Ignatius Jones!

Warning: Another tragic story: Not gonna lie, this is pretty sad and tragic. There's a little bit of blood and stuff, but not that much, and four deaths. (Technically only two, and only three are described)

So, without further ado, I present to you Ignatius Jones, son of Aeternitas, and the tale of Castor's fate...

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I'm not sure if I'm on the right side of the river.

We've set up camp for the night, and we're all waiting for morning so we can attack Manhattan. I'm on watch, but I silently feel that's it's unnecessary; Camp Half-Blood is too weak to attack us. I'm sure they're going to go more on defense than offense, so I don't think we have anything to worry about tonight.

Still, it's quiet, unnervingly so, and I grip the hilt of my sword, Evigheten, "Eternity" in Norse. I'm on edge, and I keep imagining noises.

I'm over-analyzing everything because this is all new to me.

This lifetime around, I've chosen a different path.

It seems every time I've fought in a war, it's because I believed in the cause. In the Civil War, I was on the Confederate side, and even though we, the Romans, lost, I still believed in the cause. Before that, I took place in the Crusades because I thought the Holy Land needed to be freed. Then, before that, I'd been a Viking, and a pirate, because I was of the opinion that each man could conquer places, and gain riches for himself.

This war, that we're already calling The Titan War, is the first one I'm fighting that I don't believe in.

Don't get me wrong; I totally support the cause. I fully believe what the Titans have argued; that the Gods are corrupt, selfish, and petty, and they need to go down. I just don't agree with the way the Titans plan to carry out the mission of destroying the Gods. Killing their demigod children in a futile battle doesn't seem like the most effective way to go. They're far outnumbered, and the war should be over in a matter of hours.

Are you confused about me? I thought you might be. Let me explain. I am the semi-immortal son of Aeternitas, goddess of eternity, and I have lived hundreds of years and around half a dozen lives. Evelyna, my twin sister, has shared most of these experiences with me.

We're fourteen years into this period of rebirth, and we have around four-hundred eighty-four years left in this life. Every five-hundred years or so, we burst into flames and are reborn from the ashes into new lives, like the symbol of our mother; the Phoenix.

We had been training with Lupa at the Wolf House, when Kronos's minions came to recruit us to the cause. They told us we would be very valuable to their side, since we're semi-immortal, and Kronos wanted supporters that would last as long was he would.

This is Evelyna's first war, and I've been impressed. She's been training hard, and her swordsmanship skills are quite impressive. She's really taken to the fighting, and war seems second-nature to her. We trained separately at the Wolf House, and the first time I saw her in combat I was kind of shocked at how vehemently she swings her sword.

I glance over at the tent she's staying in. I hope she gets a good night's sleep; she's going to need all the energy she can get for tomorrow's first battle. She confessed to me only an hour ago that she didn't think she'd be able to sleep; the prospect of the war and battles was far too exciting for her.

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We're standing on the edge of the river, about to charge into battle across the bridge. Kronos has given each demigod a specific job to do, and I report to him the first thing that morning.

"What is my assignment, Lord Kronos?" I ask, after bowing low.

"Your mission is Castor, son of Dionysus," Kronos tells me, and his voice send chills up my spine.

"Which one is he?" I ask, scanning the enemy crowd.

Kronos raises his finger and points towards a set of identical twins standing off to the side, both with curly blonde hair and matching armor.

"Separate him from Pollux, his brother," Kronos instructs. "He will be easier to eliminate that way."

"Yes, sir," I say, feeling only a small amount of sickness at what I am about to do. I can't imagine being separated from my own twin in that way, but it seems the war has changed all of us, and I don't hesitate to head towards them.

Evelyna appears by my side.

"Lord Kronos told me to go with you," she tells me excitedly. "I'm to defeat Pollux after this."

I nod, feeling slightly better knowing that the twins won't be separated for long.

Castor and Pollux charge towards us, crossing more than half the bridge. We meet about three-quarters of the way towards our side, and Castor and I immediately clash swords.

Evelyna manages to lure Pollux away from his brother, and I see how she did it as I watch Pollux being chased by a hellhound. He quickly disappears in the streets of New York City.

Evelyna appears by my side soon after, as Castor and I continue to fight.

I stab; he parries. He slashes; I sidestep.

On and on, back and forth we go. Our anger seems to be fueling us both.

"Traitor!" Castor yells at me, taking another swipe at me.

"Puppet!" Evelyna shouts back, before I can respond. "Don't you see, the gods are just using you?"

"You're the ones being used!" Castor counters. "The Titans are evil!"

Suddenly, Castor turns his sword on Evelyna. She barely has time to draw her own as she blocks his unexpected attack.

A fire sparks in me. Nobody touches my sister.

I let out a shout as I rush towards Castor, my enemy, and raise my sword above my head, ready to finish him off. He raises his sword as well, so quickly I barely see it. He pulls his sword away, and I think how lucky I am he hadn't hit me.

Suddenly, everything stops

Evelyna screams my name, but I can't imagine why. I turn to face her, and she's staring at me in shock. I look down at myself in confusion, and my brow furrows.

Didn't my shirt used to be white?

Suddenly, it hits me. An intense, stabbing pain, and I realize Castor had hit me.

He had stabbed me in the chest, to be exact.

Evigheten clatters out of my hand as I drop to my knees, clutching at the wound that is steadily gushing blood, feeling like my soul is pouring out with it. I've felt like this before- only five times in my lives, in fact.

I'm dying.

Evelyna must feel it, too, because we lock eyes and seem to share the message.

She furiously turns on Castor, and viciously slashes at him with her sword.

My body starts burning up, and by that I meanliterally burning. Flames engulf me, and I take my last breath as Ignatius Jones.

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Suddenly, the flames start to die out, but the scene in front of me is the same.

What? Why wasn't I reborn into a new body? Why am I still here?

I see my mother, Aeternitas, standing in front of me, and everything else around me freezes. Castor has his sword raised against Evelyna, but there's nothing I can do to help right now.

"You will not be reborn as a new person," Aeternitas says softly, blowing the flames out.

"Wh-why not?" I ask, as I feel my ashen body re-forming. Strangely, it's still the body of Ignatius Jones; the tall, fifteen year old, brown-haired, amber eyed demigod.

"I believe in this war," my mother states. "The Titans cannot afford to lose you just yet. I am making an exception for you."

"But I don't believe in this war," I protest, and suddenly my body stops reforming.

"Do you want to end permanently?" Aeternitas threatens, and I feel my form start to crumble. "Kronos needs you!"

"No!" I protest quickly. Suddenly, I realize that I was on the wrong side of the river last night. I'm suddenly struck by how cruel the side I've chosen is. Castor is right. We're the puppets, not them. The demigods on the Gods' side are all volunteers; nobody is being forced to fight. Not like us.

I make up my mind quickly.

"Please, let me stay. I'll fight," I assure her, another plan forming in my mind. I'll just get killed again and not have to reform until this war is over and the other side has hopefully won. They deserve to. Those demigods may be defending pathetic, corrupt, loser Gods, but no kingdom should be ruled by fear, threats, and pain.

My body continues forming, and my mother's eyes lose most of their anger.

"Good son," she says, slowly fading as the rest of the world starts to resume. "Make the Titans proud. Win for us."

I nod, not wanting to speak and lie to a goddess by saying that I would fight well.

With a jolt, I arrive back in the world of the living. I quickly snatch up my sword and use it to knock Castor's away from Evelyn.

He turns towards me in shock.

"How did you?" he gasps, seeing me looking healthy as ever, my body completely new, without a scar or drop of blood on me.

He quickly recovers, and swipes at me with his sword.

I don't want to fight anymore, so I decide to block and parry until he thinks he's won, then I'll grab Evelyna and retreat.

That doesn't work.

My long sword is held straight out in front of me, ready to block any side strikes, when I see Evelyna sneakily creep up behind Castor.

My jaw drops slightly, and I try to shake my head at her. No, we don't want to win this one, Evie. Don't do it.

I don't have time to move my sword.

She ignores me, and shoves Castor right onto my blade, impaling him through the chest.

He gasps sharply, and Evelyna grabs his shoulder and yanks him backwards off my sword. If he had a chance before she did that, now she's sealed the deed. Rule number one of first aid: you never pull a sword out of someone, it's a sure way to make them bleed to death.

"Evelyna!" I shout angrily at her, as Castor crumples to the ground. "Why did you do that?"

She looks shocked. "Didn't you want to win?"

"Not this one," I say, dropping to my knees besides Castor.

He's already drenched in blood, and I know he's too far gone to save. My sword had likely pierced one of his lungs, causing it to collapse, because blood is bubbling out of his mouth. I don't have any ambrosia or nectar with me, so there's no chance of saving him.

"I'm so sorry," I choke out, when I see he's still alive, though just barely. "I didn't want this. I decided to change. I wanted the Titans to lose. Oh, no..."

He stares up at me with violet eyes and shakes his head. I don't know what he means to say, but he doesn't look angry.

His purple eyes widen, and he starts gasping. I pull him onto my lap, and start talking to him in a low voice.

"What are you doing?" Evelyna spits out. "Let's get out of here!"

I completely ignore her; in fact, I hardly hear her. I keep talking to Castor, not even knowing what I'm saying. All I know is, nobody should be alone when they die- especially not someone who wasn't supposed to die. He seems calmer somehow, and he keeps eye contact, so I know he's listening.

He suddenly starts gasping again, and his whole body starts shaking. I know full well the pain he's in, since I died the same way only minutes before. I grab for his blood-covered hand, and he grips mine so tightly it hurts.

"I'm so sorry," I whisper again, my heart crumpling. "I didn't want this. I'm sorry."

He coughs raggedly, and a mouthful of blood spurts out. This time he nods to me, eyes still wide, and after coughing a few more times, shudders violently.

Then, his hand slides out of mine and Castor lays still.

"What a waste of time!" Evelyna scoffs. "Could he have diedany slower?"

I gently lay him flat and close his eyes.

Then, I stand up and walk up to my sister.

"You spent enough time with that loser," she rolls her eyes. "Come on, lets go do something usefu-"

I shove her to the ground.

"I hope we never see each other again," I say vehemently, but my words don't seem to have any effect as I glare down at her.

"So do I," she says coolly, picking herself up. "I'm going to go report you to Kronos."

"Please," I dare her.

She picks up her sword and walks away. I might have imagined it, but I think she wipes her arm across her eyes as she storms off.

I glance once more at Castor's body, then head for a large group of fifty telekhines.

I'm supposed to be on their side, so they don't start attacking me until I've destroyed six of them.

Then, they start throwing balls of fire, but I'm used to that. I ignore the burning flames as I whirl around, destroying more and more of my "allies."

I doubt my mother will allow me to be reborn after this. It will be seen by her as a treacherous act, and I know these are my last moments on earth

I fight harder and with more energy than I've ever fought in my life, and by the time I'm on my knees, dying for the second time that day, there are only five monsters left. I hope that helps the demigods in Manhattan; just a few less enemies they'll have to face.

I collapse to the ground.

I hope they win, is my last prayer and final thought.

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Time passes quickly in the Underworld. From a girl named Silena, I hear the war is going well for the Gods' side. Soon after, a boy named Nico tells me that the Titans have been defeated.

I pass Evelyna in a line, but she looks away. I can't help but wonder how she got here, but I can't bring myself to ask.

I must have waited days, but it seems like minutes before I am judged.

I face the fates. There's much arguing, but they deem me a hero.

As I step through the gates of Elysium, I'm searching for only one person. My eyes quickly spot him, and I rush over to the blonde teen.

He seems to recognize me immediately.

Castor doesn't hesitate to pull me into a hug. "I knew you'd be here," he says.

"I'm sorry," I say to him, the last words he ever heard in life.

"Think nothing of it," he says. "If you're here, you're a hero. I don't blame you for anything."

We sit on a grassy hill and talk about our lives. I still apologize every few minutes, but he always waves me off.

It's incredible in Elysium. It doesn't quite make me sad to think that I'll never see Evelyna again, but I know I'm not happy about it either.

I know I did the right thing when, what must be years later, another demigod appears. Much older, but the resemblance between him and Castor is strikingly definite. Pollux hugs his twin, and I drift off to leave the two of them to spend eternity catching up.

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A/N

Oh dang... As soon I finished this, I went back and read that Castor died in the Battle of the Labyrinth, not The Last Olympian... Facepalm. Oh well. Can we pretty please pretend he died in the Titan War? Pretty please?

Anyway, this was surprisingly easy to write:) I just stayed up late one night, the words flowed out, and BOOM, 3,000 words! It was hard for me to kill Castor, though, so leave some feedback on his death scene, if you would. :(

Thanks for reading!:) I hope you guys liked it! (Even though it was sort of depressing!)

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EmMarie

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