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? Three-shot.

So, this took way less time than I thought it would. I just got into the zone and wrote, and wrote, and wrote. This is seriously huge compared to the last two chapters. It's extremely sad, and depressing though... So if you have depression problems I wouldn't suggest reading this. But honestly, if you start to read and find it hopeless, DON'T STOP READING! This does end happily, it just takes awhile because I wanted to get my depressing yet interesting point across.

This could possibly need to be rated T, but I'm not sure. I don't think there's anything really bad in it, except maybe the slightly gory scene in Annabeth's POV.

Disclaimer

Every one knows what goes here don't they? *Every one nods their head* Good, then I don't have to say it again.

Read on my little fans, read on.

Percy is here to start our last chapter of right.

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

"Percy, he deserves his rest after such a life. He especially deserves to be there for his girl."

I sighed a sigh of relief, I was going to see Annabeth again!

I jumped to my feet running and grabbing the cup with my name on it, and gulped it down. It tasted bitter sweet, like my life. I saw a wash of images, my mind overwhelmed, and I felt like I was melting into my shoes. The world blurred, Thomas and Peter seeming to disappear into nothingness. My head spun, and I fell to the floor, easily passing out.

Ακριβώς ένα απλό διακόπτη γραμμής. Μην μου το μυαλό. Ακόμα κι αν είμαι Έλληνας. Αναρωτιέμαι αν κάποιος θα πάρει ακόμα το χρόνο να μεταφράσει μου. Είμαι αρκετά δροσερό αναζητούν δεν είναι;

I woke up, lifting myself easily off the ground, floating as the shade I now was. My memories clung tightly to my mind, though I had lost all memories the belonged to Peter and Thomas. I glanced around, and found myself in a meadow, with lush flowers, and fruitful trees. It was beautiful, the perfect place for Annabeth and I to spend the rest of eternity forever. We were going to be so happy together, forever.

A figure drifted towards me, too thin, too small to be Annabeth. Plus the girl's hair was dark, and her aurora didn't radiate confidence like Annabeth's, she wasn't Annabeth.

Finally the girl drifted into view. Her eyes were scared and wild, darting around like she was calculating escapes. She looked extremely crestfallen, and when she spoke her voice was hoarse, filled with unshed tears, completely depressed, "You're not Thomas. You're Annabeth's life..." The wild, scared look disappeared from her eyes and the lit up with fire, "Thomas should be here! But no, you just had to survive over him!"

The girl lunged at me, her fingers curled into claws, her eyes flaming evilly, her hair flying in the wind created by her mad dash towards me. I dodged, effortlessly not even sure if the girl could hurt me.

"STOP!" I yelled, as she turned and headed for me again, "Thomas chose to let me live! I had no hand in this!"

The girl stopped, confused. Then she broke down into heart wrenching sobs, collapsing to the ground, her body trembling as she cried. "I'm Idola, and I know you're Perseus Jackson. I replaced your precious Annabeth," she was able to gasp out around her sobs, her face twisted into a gruesome mask of tears, snot, and limp mangy hair.

I felt a hollow sinking feeling, as the numbness of not knowing disappeared and I understood what had happened.

My heart plummeted, and I collapsed onto the ground two, tears reaching my eyes as I cried for my brainy Wise Girl, my beautiful wife, my beloved Annabeth.

Aphrodite gets to teach us a little something about her influence.

I was lounging in my quarters on Mt. Olympus when my T.V. flashed on. My favorite channel appeared, 'Percabeth Unlimited.' A warning was repeatedly playing, my T.V. screeched in my ears, "'Alert! Alert! Alert! Annabeth Chase's soul has been sent to the Hollow of Discarded Souls. Perseus Jackson's soul has been saved. Alert! Alert! Alert!"

I immediately jumped to my feet, anger boiling under my skin. Hades had not just broken up my favorite couple. He was going to fix this or pay.

I dissolved in a flash of light, appearing instantly in the Hall of Hades. Hades jumped off his throne, alarm in his eyes as he glares down at me, knowing full and well why I've made a visit here when I hate such a dark, love deprived place as the Underworld.

"WHAT IN THE WORLD DID YOU DO?" I screamed at him, watching as his eyes flashed with slight alarm again, before returning to normal.

"I gave them the choice, this is what they chose," he said, dismissing the thought with a wave of his hand.

I wanted to cut his head off, but I held back, knowing my best approach would be diplomatic, "Hades, you do realize that I will send everything I have after you if you don't do something about this?" I asked, not waiting for an answer before continuing, "But if you do something, I'll make sure that your children don't stay lonely forever, but I won't mess around with them too much either. What do you think? Which one do you want?"

I disappeared in puff of sickly sweet perfume that I knew would cling to the place for months, just to prove my point. I was not going to live without a little Percabeth, even if they were in the Underworld. And my perfume will send Persephone into a rampage when she returns, if Hades doesn't do something, as the smell won't disappear until he fixes this, or I get my revenge.

Ah, life is sweet.

Down in the Hollow of Discarded souls with Annabeth.

Finally my fractured vision cleared, and I looked around. I was in a meadow, but everything around me dead. Nothing but dark mist, the meadow, and an occasional twisted and dead tree appeared in my vision. I knew where I was, and I knew that I should have been seeing at least some other life of a former person, one that wasn't chosen to survive in the Isle of the Blest, but I saw nothing. Dark nothingness filled my eyes, making it hard for me to see anything but the grey mist. Nothing. Not a single thing.

I worried that I would never see anything else, but I couldn't think like that I had to believe, I had to hope, that something good would appear. But hope was useless here, and I could feel it. Beliefs were useless here. Everything was useless here. Nothing was useful. Nothing. Not a single thing.

I decided that the reason I saw no one was because every useless soul lived in their own version of this place. But that didn't matter here. Nothing did. Nothing. Not a single thing.

I wonder what the point of this is, probably to torture the lost souls, but I know this in not the worst torture they could throw at me. Percy's dead body would be the worst. But that doesn't matter. Nothing matters. Nothing. Not a single thing.

A small building, just like me old house, where Percy and I had lived most of our lives, appeared, the first thing I had seen in forever. It was completely destroyed when I walked in, almost nothing in it's rightful place, like some monster had come and completely ransacked it. But that didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Nothing. Not a single thing.

I had almost reached the back rooms when I noticed that all my memories were getting fuzzy and starting to fade away. I could only just remember where I was, and what it meant to me. But that didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Nothing. Not a single thing.

I arrived in my old bedroom, still confused, my memories still quite fuzzy. Then I noticed that a dead body lay on the floor. It was Percy, mangled and destroyed, completely and utterly dead. That broke through my hazy thoughts. and I noticed what had happened to me. I had become cut off from my brain, I had felt like nothing mattered. But everything mattered. Everything. Every little thing.

I sank to the ground, forcing myself to stay near the dead Percy. I knew my only grip on reality was this torture, watching my Seaweed Brain, dead. I couldn't bring myself to leave, I had to keep this grip, and I really didn't want to stay. I was caught, horror filling my mind, as more bodies appeared.

There was Anna, my first daughter, who Percy had insisted on naming after me, saying I deserved it for all I had done. I had allowed it after he said I could make her middle name Selena She had as many gifts from Athena as I had, and she was the brains of my three children.

Then there was Luke, my first son, Anna's twin, who I had named after my friend, my brother. He was the boy that was truly Percy's son, just as much of a Seaweed Brain, though Anna called him Kelp for Brains, and just as powerful with the water as my wonderful husband.

And Ella, my last child, my sweet little girl that was so much like her namesake, quiet, stuttery, and a complete bookworm. The one of the three that wasn't special, except that she was the sweetest, and the one that smelled almost like a mortal to the monsters. She would always be the one that stayed the most safe. Always the one I worried the least about. The one I wish i had payed more attention to, because i had been so focused on her older siblings I had missed most of the younger years of her childhood.

Then there was Hazel, Frank, Leo, Piper, Jason, Tyson, the first Ella, the first Luke, Thalia, everyone that I had ever cared about. Everyone was there, dead, just as obviously dead as Percy. My heart ached, but my head stayed clear, my thoughts not floating away, the pain only just enough to keep them anchored to my body.

I felt tears come to my eyes, and I felt shivers rake my body, and I felt screams rip at my throat, and I felt pain tear at my mind, but everything was numbed by the pain, only somewhat though. I still felt the heavy dread that this was real rippling through me though it was subdued, but I could feel in perfect clarity the sharp knife point of pain, less than the heavy sadness. But that didn't help much.

I was miserable, but still here, I still had thoughts, I could still remember Percy, my children, my old life. I could never think of forgetting any of this, I had to hold on to this.

Suddenly, light flashed before my eyes, a blinding searing light, and everything disappeared in a flood of overwhelming glossy white glow.

Back to Percy for a few wrapping up things.

My tears finally dried, though my heart still lay dead in my chest. I sat on the ground in the Isle of the Blest, not at all happy, though I could hear the parties from where I sat. I looked over at Idola, who had curled up on her side, her body still shaking with tears. She whimpered every few minutes, though I think she had somehow fallen asleep, and that she was just grieving in her dreams.

I shivered, cold seeping into my body. I was surprised that the dead still felt emotions just as strongly as the living.

Pain rippled through me again, pain over losing Annabeth, and I started to cry again, my heart sinking lower and lower through me. I wished the pain would just go away, just disappear, and that I could just enjoy my future, but it was impossible without Annabeth. I had planned to spend every minute of forever with her, not for our time together to be only the short years we were alive, minus the twelve that we had never meet each other during.

Just as my thoughts reached such a dark place, a flash of light blinded me. I couldn't see anything, my eyes so stunned by the sudden intense bright light, like what I had imagined looking at a god in their true form looked like. As the light cleared a blond haired, grey eyed girl appeared in front of me.

I sprang to my feet, joy replacing the sadness as I raced towards her. All my worries drifted away, all my fears melted and disappeared. We meet in the middle of the space that had once been between us, and I was kissing her, our lips working together, as one, I pulled away, slowly, and she leaned against me, whispering my name over and over again, "Percy, Percy, Percy, Percy...Oh Seaweed Brain... Percy, Percy, Percy..."

I hugged her tightly, and she hugged me just as tightly. I smiled wider, and pulled her face back up to mine, kissing her again. I was happy.

Because I had her back.

I had my Daughter of Athena back.

I had my Wise Girl back.

I had my Wife back.

I had my Annabeth back.

I had her, my Annabeth back.

And we were together.

And we always would be.

Nothing could break us apart again.

Nothing ever.

Isn't the end kinda cute? And isn't the entire story worth it? Well, maybe not the heartbreaking Annabeth part, but it was good right? I did okay on my first fan fiction ever right?

Well, this is the end of One Question, Three Answers, Six Fates. I loved writing this story, but everything has to come to an end, and quite frankly, I've run out of things to put in this story. I hope me Betaing my own work hasn't bothered anyone, and I hope I've done well on Betaing it. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! I am so happy to have so many people read this, and honestly I didn't expect to get any reviews, and I am so happy to have eight. I should probably stop typing now, before I ramble on even more... So goodbye hopefully, and I'll be back with more ideas soon.

Sending everyone who's read this all my thanks and love, The Goddess of Myths.

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