Ch 2- Percy POV

Two days ago my brother died. I ran and hid. Just like I did when mom died. I haven't slept since I heard the news. I've been in the woods perched in a tree, trying to stifle my crying. It wasn't like I was sad my brother died. He was a complete ass. But he was the last family I had left, and now all that I can feel is empty and alone. After I was gone for a couple hours, Annabeth came to the tree I'm in and just sat next to me, not saying a word. She sat next to me silently and put her hand on mine, offering her comfort in the way only she can. For a long time we sat there, listening to the sound of the woods. The creek gurgling slowly, the birds chirping in the distance, and a hungry hellhound looking for its next meal.

It wasn't until the next morning that she spoke, "C'mon Perce, let's get back to camp. I hear they have blue pancakes this morning," looking at me hopefully.

"They have blue pancakes every morning."

"All the more reason to go back to camp," she teased, bumping my shoulder.

"I'm not leaving until you give me a good reason to leave," I said harshly.

"But-"

"No Annabeth! I'm not leaving this tree."

"FINE! While you're wallowing away in this tree, your brother's shroud was burned last night, and I had to sit all alone next to that twat girlfriend of his. Not to mention, that now that he's gone, YOU are the prophecy child." At that she softened, "there's only a week left Percy. You can't change fate." With that she was gone.

I didn't want to accept it, but I knew I was going to probably die in a week and might as well make the best of it. So I grudgingly got down and followed Annabeth back to camp.

I sat alone at my table munching on my blue pancakes, feeling everyone's eyes on me. I could hear them whispering about me, mocking me. When Clarisse from the Ares cabin stood up, I knew I was in for trouble. I watched her swagger over to me and braced myself for the worst.

"Yo Prissy, now that your big bro died, how are you going to save the world? I don't remember you being some super powerful demigod." I grit my teeth because it was true, I never learned how to use my powers like my brother. If I was lucky I could refill a water bottle when I was really thirsty. "Your brother was the powerful one Prissy, how are you going to fight Kronos when all you do is sneak and steal?"

I jumped up, slamming my fists into the table, "You know what Clarisse! I'm not my brother! I can't save you from Kronos, I can't save you from the apocalypse! That was my brother's job! I'm not a fighter Clarisse and I never will be. So why don't you find somebody else to save camp and I'll be on my way." I stormed out of the pavilion and ran back to my cabin, locking the door behind me. I pushed myself against my cabin door and slid down to a sitting position. Taking slow deep breaths, I had an idea that would save the camp.

I have to bring my brother back.