Percy and Annabeth lived long, happy lives, but now that's over. They died within seconds of each other, and when the enter the Land of the Dead a surprise awaits them. They have already lived the three lives that must be lived to reach the Isles of the Blest, and they were together in all of them. Now they have to chose which life to remember and which lives to forget. The problem? They can't talk to each other to chose, and they both fear that they will chose the wrong life, so that they each come from two different times, ultimately ending in heartbreak for the both of them. Can they chose the right lives to live, or will they forever remain broken in paradise? Two possibly three-shot.

Disclaimer.
Well, if I didn't own Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, or Greek Mythology last time, do you think I own any of it this time? Again I only own the plot and the previous lives.

So I finished Chapter one, and chapter two in one day... Aren't I awesome? Of course this one ends in a cliffhanger two... But that's why this is now a three shot isn't it?

And we go on to Percy

I was forced away from my beloved Wise Girl by the ghosts. They dragged me along, holding my arms, as I tried to get back to her. But for shades, these guards were pretty strong, I couldn't break free, even though I had gone back to my nineteen year old self.

The ghosts deposited me in a room with a small table, three cups full to the brim with a liquid sat on this table, and each cup had a name scribbled on it, Percy, Thomas, and Peter. A girl stood in the far corner, holding a vial of brownish red, well, something. The girl also held a small paint brush.

The girl walked towards me and I backed away, "Don't come near me." I growled, reaching for my sword, Riptide, only to remember that I was dead, and that my pen was no longer connected to my pocket.

"Now, now Perseus Jackson. I'm not going to kill you, you can't die a second time. I only wish to show you your other two lives." The girl didn't even seem fazed by my aggressive nature.

Suddenly she had me backed into a corner. She pulled the top of her vial of brownish red liquid and jabbed her brush in it. Her arm flashed toward my face and swiftly painted a design across my forehead. She then backed away and disappeared.

Images started to flood into my head. They disoriented me, though they didn't hurt. But I couldn't see anything that wasn't in my head. Slowly the images disappeared and two shades took their place in my line of vision.

"I am Peter." One said, stepping forwards. He had my hair, and eyes like... Thaila? "I am a son of Zeus." That explained the Thaila eyes.

"And I am Timothy," the thin thirteen year old boy with my blue green eyes and red hair murmured, "I...I am nothing but a lowly son of Nemesis"

I looked at the pour, shy, boy's memories and understood, he came from a time when minor gods were unimportant, and their children even lower.

"Nemesis is nothing to be ashamed of. One of the greatest demigods I ever meet was a son of Nemesis." I said, thinking of the boy who fueled my choice to make the gods promise to claim their children.

"Thank you. You are great Perseus Jackson. Many a hero has let their achievements go to their heads, you on the other hand, seem only humbled by them" Timothy practically bowed to me.

"I agree with Thomas on this one, you are great Perseus," Peter said, though he didn't bow.

"Just call me Percy, Everyone else does." I said, sticking my hand out to shake, before remembering that I was dead. That didn't seem to bother Peter at all, seeing as he just stuck his hand out, and shook mine. His hand didn't pass through me so I figured shades were solid enough to each other, even if we weren't to real people.

"Well Percy, I think we must decide who is to survive today shouldn't we?" Peter asked, looking at me, and Thomas.

"Any ideas on how to chose?" I asked, wishing I could talk to Annabeth. She would know the best way to chose, plus she could prove to them that I needed to live so that she wasn't all by herself. I had to live, my special Annabeth needed me. The love of my life needed me.

"We could pull straws." Thomas offered, half heartedly.

I couldn't see how these two could be my former lives. Thomas was solemn strict, and sad. From his memories, I found him being exactly the same in real life. Peter was more like me, but he still reminded me of Jason instead of myself.

"Do you have any straws?" I asked looking at him.

"Um... No?" Thomas glanced at the ground.

"Should we vote?" I asked after several awkward seconds of silence. I was happy, I had thought like Annabeth for once.

"Sure." Peter said, "We can each vote twice, but only for ourselves once."

I nodded my head and we sat down, deciding our votes. I was voting for myself, and Peter.

"And go!" Peter yelled, point at me and himself. Thomas pointed at the both of us, and I pointed at myself and Peter. Peter and I looked at each other, and we both smiled sheepishly. Three hands pointed at me, three hands pointed at Peter. We had tied.

"Thomas, you have to chose which of us is to survive." I said looking at the young boy, Peter following my gaze.

Thomas looked at the both of us and said, his voice wavering, "I chose..."

Dun Dun Duh!

Yeah, I had to end it there. This ones longer than the last one though!
Anyways, the next chapter will be the last one... so yeah I know short story, but at least it's a three-shot and not a two-shot right?
Thank you so much for all the positive reviews, but there's something I want to know...
Why was everyone just voting for Annabeth? Why didn't anyone remember to ask for Percy to be chosen two? Do you guys not care about Percy or something?

All my best wishes, The Goddess of Myths.

P.S. I didn't really mean what I said in the part about Percy, I was just messing with you guys.

P.P.S. I still don't have a beta, but I guess I'm doing okay without one, seeing as no one freaked out about my bad grammar.