I deeply apologise for those reading and is actually interested in this story. I never expected this story to be read as much as it was. I just want to thank you for helping me achieve the 1,000 view milestone.

I have been very busy lately, with education and exams. I will try to upload more and more often. Please don't hesitate to pm me for any criticism or advice because I want to continue making good content for you. Without further ado…

Saturday, May 7th, 2016
I am so sorry for how long it has taken me to make this chapter. I hit a writer's block, then I confused myself on the direction of the chapter, then my knowledge on Percy Jackson conflicted with each other and everything became a mishmash of what the f***. But I think I've assembled it now and the story is moving again. I know it's been a year or something since the last chapter, but I'm sorry. Without further ado…

P.S. Thanks for over two thousand views 3

-Calm Waters-

Moments earlier…

Percy entered the camp from the beachside, avoiding the seductive looks shot at him from the daughters of Aphrodite as he passed their cabin. He brought his hand to his hair, brushing it until sweeping over his confused face, recounting what'd happened just a couple of hours ago. Had he ended the rivalry he'd had since his first days in Camp Half-Blood? There's only one person wise and trustworthy enough to help him in a situation like this, or at least he hoped he could help.

His racing thoughts muted his hearing, so he wasn't able to notice the sound of a Centaur charging down the path, screaming at him to get out of the way.

Sensing movement behind him, Percy sidestepped in a quick reaction, the wind lashing him as the Centaur raced past him. He forcefully shook the thoughts from his head and his senses returned for the sake of safety. Camp Half-Blood isn't dangerous for Demi-Gods, but if anyone is distracted, accidents were bound to happen.

Percy tucked his hands into the pockets of his baggy basketball shorts, walking down the crowded pathway, where lines of archers were taking aim on his left, launching arrows simultaneously at boxes of hay with a bulls-eye painted on the faces, and on his right were sparring men and women duelling energetically and vigorously.

Percy continued down the path until he halted in front of the Athena Cabin. It looked like every ordinary cabin around here, apart from Athena's name being carved upon the ceiling of the porch, and the abnormal silence. It was usually quiet around the Athena Cabin, mainly because the daughters and sons of Athena function better in quieter situations as it allows them to think and strategize better...but it was quiet for a whole other reason.

He stepped off the path and onto the gravel path that led to the Cabin; Percy had the sudden feeling he needed to do something here. The spring wind brushed past him as he approached the cabin.

Unlike approaching the porch of the Cabin to enter, entering the cabin wasn't related to what he had to do. Instead he circled the cabin and walked around the corner so that he'd found himself at the rear of the cabin.

Where, there was a lengthy gothic black fence boxing around a single stone sticking out of the ground; a tombstone. He slowly traced the fence to the gate at the opposite side, pulling the gate softly towards him and to the side, the squeak from the hinges being the only sound accepted by the ears of Percy Jackson.

He approached the tombstone until he was a mere half a meter away from it. Percy felt his knees buckle and give out, his knees clashing with the soft grass. He struggled to hold his tears back as he read the tombstone:

Annabeth Chase

Beloved Daughter of Athena

July 12, 1993 – May 13, 2012

It happened just over two years ago…

"Here we are Perseus Jackson! Oh great son of Poseidon!" Luke bellowed from the end of the deck. Percy had just managed to send the iris message to Camp Half-Blood, but there was nothing else he could do for himself or his friends as he was thrown onto the ground by Luke's cronies.

Percy pushed himself to his knee and observed his surroundings. He kneeled, centre of attention at the bow of the Princess Andromeda, all other directions blocked off by Luke's confederates, completely surrounded all areas apart from the bow. Luke was at furthermost up the deck, leaning over the railing to watch the waters as he stripped himself of his leather jacket and threw it aside. Percy was trapped at the bow of the cruise ship, standing before the son of Hermes, unarmed and at his mercy.

"Oh don't look so glum Percy." Luke announced, enunciating his name in a pouty manner, as he approached him "This is the climax of this story." He directed his hand to the left of Percy. Percy turned around to find Grover, Tyson and Annabeth in the grips of Luke's associates, their wrists and ankles bound, and were forced onto their knees . "Even your friends are here to watch."

"What is it you want from me Luke?" Percy questioned aggressively "You've won. You have me here, unarmed and powerless."

"Well I don't have the fleece, do I?" Luke responded loudly, earning a lot of aggressive growls from the crowd around him. "But! I think I have a way for you to compensate."

Percy looked up at this, confused. "Don't pull that face on me Jackson. You know you have your pen on you." It then came back to him, Riptide's enchantment. He dug into his pants pocket to find the pen buried within. He drew the pen from his pocket, though not unclipping it.

"I am more than confident you know what is going to happen now Jackson." And he did. Percy looked back to his friends and noted their head shaking. He knew it was stupid idea to accept a duel with him, Luke had years of experience ahead of Percy in regards to swordsmanship and duelling, hell he was one of the best in the camp. But there was no other way to go about it. And so, he pushed himself to his feet.

"Ahhh, there you go." Luke teased. "Our final duel Jackson. Luke Castellan! Versus! The Son of Poseidon! In a fight to the death!" this earned Luke cheers and chants from all around the deck. He raised his arms, motioning and encouraging the cheers. He turned around to walk towards the starboard side of the bow.

Looking determined, Percy walked to the portside, throwing Annabeth a glance as he walked. She was sad, worried, and angry, but nothing could be said as her mouth was bound by a gag like her friends beside her. Annabeth knew there was no winning here, even if Percy miraculously won, he would still lose. They were surrounded by enemies who would, at the second of Luke's loss, jump at Percy and rip him to shreds. All she could do was hope and pray to her mother that Percy has wisdom in this moment.

And there they stood, Percy at one end and Luke at the other. The cheers and chants filled the silence

"How did it go back at camp? Bow, Draw, then Duel?" Luke asked blankly from the other end of the bow. Percy remained silent at this, and only gave a curt nod in response.

"Okay then. Bowww…" the two bowed towards one another.

"Draw!" Percy unclipped his pen and Riptide transfigured into a sword. Luke drew a sword from his scabbard, his all famous backbiter. Though there was something darker about the blade that Percy hadn't noticed before at the camp.

"I'm glad you noticed Percy." He flourished his sword in his hand. "You see. Backbiter isn't just any sword. It was actually a scythe prior to its modification."

Annabeth's eyes widened as she received the message in its entirety.

"Backbiter, used to belong to a Titan, I'm sure you are familiar with him, Kronos." Now shock and awe was spread all over the deck, even to Luke's accomplices.

"Surprise surprise. Yes. I am armed the weapon of Kronos." If Percy wasn't concerned before, he most definitely was now. He had never been afraid of a sword before, because Riptide had a certain superiority to it, but Backbiter had one-upped him by a mile.

If what he studied was correct, the weapons of the Titan's had a more violent effect than the Gods, except maybe that of Ares. So if he was struck by Backbiter, it was safe to assume that the effect would be, without a doubt, unpleasant.

"But enough pleasantries. Shall we?" he said as he poised his blade. Percy raised his blade as well, he may have been shaken by the sudden discovery of the origins of Luke's sword, but it didn't faze him here. There was a duel to be had, and he had learnt enough from Annabeth to know that he should always watch the sword and don't fall for distractions.

"Duel!" this took Percy by surprise as his own thoughts about focusing on the duel distracted him from focusing on the duel. Luke advanced towards Percy, flourishing his blade in his right hand. Percy advanced as well, defensively prepping his blade beside him.

Luke threw the first strike with a downwards slash, Percy anticipated and raised his sword to parry it aside. This caused the first spark of the duel to shine between them as their swords clashed. Percy found opportunity to sweep across his chest. Luke dodged by pulling himself backwards, the sword nearly cutting his shirt.

They both stood a meter from one another, all ready aware of each others capabilities. They stood, Luke's eyes on Percy, and Percy's eyes on Backbiter. Luke made for another attack and lunged at Percy.

The son of Poseidon dodged the blade with a simple sidestep, keeping his sword poised at Luke. The duel went on for minutes, strikes thrown, parries given, sparks flying. It was a very balanced duel as no one had been struck yet. Until…

"Gah!" Luke cried as Percy slashed him at the thigh in his riposte. Percy retreated from his offensive and watched him.

"I see you've gotten better at this Jackson." He spat. As he brought himself to a full standstill again. Luke quickly lunged at Percy, catching him at the hip. Percy clutched his side as he pulls himself further away from Luke. Common deception was used against him, getting struck in the wake of a successful strike. "But still sentimental I see."

The cut wasn't deep at all, but it was the feeling, the burning sensation he was feeling within the wound was enough to keep him from standing fully.

Luke found it was time to stop playing with his food and convinced himself that he wasn't trying earlier and that now was the time to actually start.

The son of Hermes advanced and pulled an upwards slash at Percy, very predictable motion, thus Percy parries it, though Luke counters his parry and brings his sword downwards and thrust into his side. The blade found entry into Percy abdomen, causing him to gasp in pain as the sword found exit as well. He groaned shortly and quietly as he felt the burning spread within. His eyes were wide open and soon found that of Luke's.

"At the mercy of Luke Castellan, you are, once again, Son…of Poseidon." Luke pushed Percy away, his body slipping off of his blood dripping sword. His body landed with a loud thump and riptide landed beside him, out of his hand. Cheers erupted from the deck as the Son of Poseidon fell. But then there was Annabeth, Grover, and Tyson.

Tyson was too shocked at what just happened that he remained silent. Grover jolted forward on his knees, but was restrained, his gagged mouth clearly screaming Percy's name. But Annabeth was different.

Her heart stopped as she watched his body fall. Every millisecond went by like an eternity. She could see everything in that one moment. The blood drops flying from his abdomen as his body was pushed off the blade. His grip loosening and his sword flying out of his hand. Each detail engraved itself into her mind, and soon a tear fell from her eye.

As his body hit the ground, there was a crack of thunder in the skies. Luke raised his head to look at the clouds.

"Looks like the Gods are watching Jackson." He said pointing his sword to the sky then began to circle around Percy's quivering, aching body. "All…watching…their 'Hero of Olympus'."

"I wonder what they were thinking?" he asked himself as he flourished his blade "Their hero would defeat the great villain Luke Castellan and all would be right in the world? That this battle would be easy and the son of Poseidon would emerge hero once again. Well…tsk tsk tsk." He threw his sword to the deck floor, the sword locking itself upright as it embeds itself in the wood at the tip.

"YOU THOUGHT WRONG!" he shouted at the skies as another crack of thunder shook the skies. The thunder began to get stronger and the bright skies were slowly masked by dark clouds.

Luke wasn't the only one to spin in confusion, staring at the skies, wondering what the Gods were up to. This kind of sudden change in weather is never haphazard.

Percy laid still on the ground, the pain too agonizing to move, instead shook in place on the deck. He could feel his blood spilling, the front and back of his navy blue shirt clouded with the dark red colour of his blood. He could feel himself growing colder as the wind caught his open wound. Percy couldn't stop the flooding of memories as they filled his mind.

His mother preparing his lunch as he pulled his shoes on to get ready for school. The first time he met Grover at his new school. The first time he felt welcomed at Camp Half-Blood. Meeting Annabeth and crushing on her. Winning his first battle during Capture the Flag. Then going on the adventure to save his mother. Connecting with Annabeth at the motel. Saving his mother from the underworld. Meeting his father, Poseidon, for the first time. Then finally being together with Annabeth. The happiness and bliss he felt just being with someone who truly loved and cared for him that wasn't his mother, was unlike anything he'd ever imagined.

But here he lay, moments away from losing all of that. All the love and friends he'd acquired in only a few years, moments away from being gone and his life with it. Through all the pain and burning in his body, a stream of tears left his eyes.

Then a drip of water hit his forehead. It shook him from his thoughts as another droplet hit the floor next to him. Then more droplets came falling from the cloudy skies.

It's raining…Percy thought as there was thunder crackling across the sky. The rain increased in intensity, slowly transitioning from a light drizzle to soft pour. Percy could feel the rainwater covering his body slowly, soothing him with each drop.

Luke was too busy, standing, bewildered by the Gods' choice of changing the weather to rainfall.

"Is this your way of crying of great Zeus and Poseidon?!" he shouted at the skies. "Go on! Cry for your Hero!" The rain came at full mast, the rain crashing towards the deck, filling the bow of the ship and its only exit was flowing out below the rails or into the ship.

Percy then remembered the soft words his father gave him a year ago.

"Go to the water."

Mustering his strength, he raised his arms and placed the palm of his hands on the water filled floor. His felt his abilities click within and the water masked his hand and swept over his arms. The water dragged the blood off of his shirt, guiding itself back into the wound, his shirt slowly returning to its navy blue colour. With a sting, the water covered the dripping wound, causing Percy to hiss shortly.

Luke turned at the hiss and the realization hit him as he saw water covering over Percy, and the blood pool below him being retracted back into him. It was then that he noticed that he was healing himself, just like that day of Capture the Flag when Percy battled Annabeth.

"Fucking water…" he paced towards his sword.

Percy felt the burning within him eradicate, and as the water subsided and he was healed, his wounds closed and the blood cleaned, he felt an immeasurable amount of energy surge through him. His eyes were wide open at this, his senses heightened in the rainy environment and sensed Luke striding towards his sword.

"Fucking Gods. Stupid fucking water!" He roared as he yanked his sword from where it was lodged in the deck floor. He brought it sword up to motion for a slash as Percy's fallen body.

Percy used the water to push the hilt of his sword into his open left hand and pulled himself rightward, rolling away from his slash. He rolled onto his knee and with a sweeping one-eighty, he swung riptide highly at Luke, catching him in the cheek.

Luke staggered backwards at the surprise attack. Bringing his left hand to his cheek to feel the cut he'd just received. His eyes filled with hatred suddenly, and with this hatred he lunged at Percy.

Though the Son of Poseidon was in the moment of unparalleled focus, he anticipated the jab and simply parried it then guided Luke's sword into lock. The X formed by the two swords were forced together and was held together at an equilibrium. Percy stood firmly and unmoving, holding Riptide with two hands as he pressured onto Luke. Luke was astonished and fearful at this moment. Percy was in full control of this battle now, he could feel his strength being mitigated by Percy's, the equilibrium falling apart and falling in favour of the son of Poseidon.

Percy then forced the lock to the side, throwing Luke's arm back, leaving him momentarily defenceless. So then he kicked the son of Hermes dead in the stomach, sending him flying, falling on his side, and sliding across the wet floor. Luke stopped sliding when he crashed against the railing of the bow of the boat.

The Son of Poseidon stood, defiant and strong, under the cracking of thunder and heavy rainfall. An image that posed threatening to all who bared witness to it.

Luke forced himself back on his feet and demanded angrily across the deck

"Bring me the girl!"

Percy's eyes shot to Annabeth, whom was struggling and resisting as she was dragged across the bow by two large men. His eyes filled with rage as he strode towards Luke.

The two men dropped Annabeth to the ground, where she was then picked up by Luke in his off-hand and pulled her to her feet.

"Quite the situation you've landed yourself in Jackson." He asserted raising his sword so that it was pointing at Percy who stood only a couple meters away.

"Let her go Luke. It's me that you want remember." Percy reasoned, shouting under the loud rainfall. Luke pulled Annabeth with him as he walked along the railing of the bow.

"Well let me be the first to say the circumstances are a little tilted in your favour Jackson." Gesturing to the sky.

"Circumstances change all the time Luke."

"And so has this one." Luke pointed out. The sound of battle cries rang throughout the deck, the faint sound of clacking across the wooden flooring of the ship with it, the sound of hooves.

"Chiron." Percy uttered.

"Yes Chiron and his pansies. I'm guessing you sent an Iris Message." Luke affirmed. "So I will leave you with an ultimatum Jackson. Drop your blade and let me go, and I don't throw her overboard." He demanded.

"You wouldn't- "

"Oh yes! I would." Luke reassured as he gives repeated glances towards the deck, the battle getting closer and closer to them.

It took only second for Percy to comply by dropping his sword on the ground with a soft clang. Luke's face returned to it's usual smug appearance as he realizes he'd won here.

"It's going to be alright Annabeth." Percy asserted.

Though it wasn't his intention to give in that easily to the Son of Poseidon and give him what he wants. Luke has spent enough time being ridiculed by him and constantly defeated, especially moments earlier.

"Too bad Jackson…" Luke said bringing his sword behind Annabeth's head and slicing the gag's rope, causing the gag to fall to the ground and roll off under the railing.

"Percy." she called, her eyes filled with tears.

He returned his sword to his scabbard "I actually really liked her." Percy noticed the underlying message and motioned to bolt towards him; Annabeth protested by struggling in his grasp and screaming

"Percy!" she screamed as she was lifted by Luke and pushed onto the railing. Percy jolted towards Luke but as he left her to slide off the railing, he'd already made a break for it. Her legs fells first so her arms were last and were thrown upwards.

Percy threw himself at the railing, reaching over the railing and grabbed her by the hand, right under the wrist.

"I got you!" Percy shouted. He had both hands latched onto her hands. Her wrists were still bound by the rope so she could open her hand and grab his.

"Percy!" she screamed once again "I can't grab you!" she said fearfully. Her life hung in the balance of Percy's grip.

"I got you Annabeth. Just hang on!" Percy shouted, trying to get a better grip.

But the water streaming down his arms and the rain hitting their hands, slipped into the cracks of the grip that Percy had on her hands. Annabeth felt herself slipping

"Percy! I'm slipping!" his eyes widened and tried to scramble for a better grip but none was found. The grip was too slick and was loosening more and more by the second.

"No! Annabeth, hang on!"

"I can't!" she called. Annabeth hung, helpless. Percy's grip slowly loosening as the wetness tried to pull their hands apart.

Then Percy realized, he could use his powers to guide the water away from their hands, to make them drier and the grip stronger. But Annabeth had different thoughts running through her head.

"Percy. I'm sorry." She said softly.

"No! Annabeth! I can dry our hands. I'll use my powers-"

"Percy. I love you."

"No! Don't think like that! Just hold on!" he tried his best to channel his powers down to their grip, to extract the water.

"I love you Percy Jackson."

"I love you too Annabeth. Just please! Hang on!" he could feel himself forcing all of his might into removing the water.

"I'm sorry Percy."

"No Annabeth!"

"I love you Perseus Jackson. I lov-"

…and the grip broke…

and she fell…

she screamed…

"NOOOOOOOO!" he bellowed as he watched the woman he loves, fall…

She plummeted down towards the heavy tides until she-

His eyes shut. The sound of the impact was masked by the loud thunderstorm and the crashing waves, but the scream, suddenly being cut off…

He opened his eyes again and let himself fall to his knees in front of the railing. Percy turned around so that he could lean on the railing. Everything felt so slow. His heart stopped, he couldn't hear a thing. His mind was all but focused on anything. Shocked. Distress. He lost her. He failed to save her. He let her fall.

She's gone…

-Calm Waters-

Percy couldn't stop the onslaught of tears pouring from his eyes as the whole event replayed in his mind. He fell forward so that his head rested on the stone tablet, his hands hanging onto the sides as if his life depended on it.

His tears in turn led to sniffling, but the emotions built up within him. The pain, the sadness, the anger…he couldn't help but release…

"GAAAAAHHHHHHH!" he roared until there was no air left in his lungs. He returned to crying on her tombstone. He was trembling more so than earlier, his chest shook as the tears continue to flow.

"I'm sorry Annabeth…" he muttered at the ground. "I'm sorry I failed you…"

He remained there, kneeled and shuddering, his tears drying after a few minutes as there was nothing left to exert. His crying was interrupted by the sound of the gate behind him opening.

Percy didn't have it in him to turn around and see who it was. The hooves crunching the fall leaves as the figure approached Percy was enough to give him an idea. It was until the figure fell down to his knees as well, right beside Percy, that it spoke

"I'm sorry Percy." Came the voice of his best-friend, Grover. Percy felt his arm wrap around his shoulders in comfort, then the satyr began to shed tears as well.

"I know I am not in your position Perce…but I miss her too." He mumbled under his sniffling. Percy quickly wrapped his arm around Grover as well.

"It's my fault Grover…it's my fault she's gone…" Percy said firmly under his short sniffles, his emotions soon filling with self-hatred. His hand curled into a ball and pounded it against the tombstone in anger "It's my fault!" he cried.

"Percy. Please. It's not your fault. You did everything you could." Grover insisted, gripping onto Percy's shirt in an attempt to make himself clear.

"I could've done better…" Percy said softly. "I could have saved her…." He pounded at the stone again "but I failed…"

"And because of that…"

His head lowered further "she's gone…"