A/N: I realized that I forgot to put in a disclaimer! So here: I do not own Percy Jackson or any other characters you recognize, only the plot idea is mine. Have a cookie! (::) (::) (::)
Percy paced throughout his cabin, clutching at his head angrily.
I did not do anything wrong.
But I still killed him.
You didn't even know him that well.
But I still killed him.
Think about everyone else.
That was my fault too.
Annabeth slowly walked toward the Camp Half-Blood Shroud Yard. The Shroud Yard was like a graveyard, only instead of graves of the fallen, there were shrouds of the fallen.
She strode over to Thalia's shroud.
"Thals" she said quietly, "I think Percy's going mad"
Just admitting that made her collapse on the ground, weeping.
"Thals, I need you to help me"
Just then, Annabeth felt a brush of air swirling around her, her hair stood on end, and she smelled pine.
"Thals?" she breathed.
"Find him. Check on him. Love the Kelp Head"
Annabeth didn't need telling twice. She ran off to find Percy.
Percy sighed, running his hand through his hair, and looked in the mirror at his appearance.
His eyes were dark and haunted and his hair was a rat's nest. His clothes were torn, as he hadn't changed them since the battle. And his mind…his mind was broken beyond repair.
He looked into the fountain his father gave him, and asked softly, "Why are you never there for me?"
Then he turned, picked up his already-packed bag, and walked out the door.
Annabeth sprinted towards Percy's cabin, already dreading what she would find.
An empty cabin? Him lying on the floor, dead?
Her worst fears were confirmed when she ran into the cabin.
Percy was gone.