Percy's POV

I then cried over never getting to see my mom again, Grover or Tyson, but especially of not getting to live my life with Annabeth and have kids with her. I knew the world must fall to storm or fire, but I selfishly thought, why me?

I wondered what everyone else would be doing, I mean, I had bled on the ground, and I am assuming Annabeth had too, so what was happening? I couldn't imagine it and just hoped they would all live through it and be able to use the Physician's cure if anything happened, so they wouldn't end up with the same fate I had.

This next part I found kind of amusing, I was back in California in the lobby of the "death building" with good old Charon, not my friendly centaur camp instructor, the other one. The building still played its Mozak tunes softly, and it had the same black leather furniture and was densely packed with people like me.

Charon seemed genuinely surprised to see me, and welcomed me back with a hug after never visiting since I was twelve. Apparently, Hades had given him a small raise, and he owed eternal gratitude to me, so I was able to go right on the elevator without question.

He asked me questions like we were old friends, like, "How's your girlfriend? Oh yeah, the Yankees just won last week! Did you see that awesome catch in center?" things like that. But then he seemed to remember that I was dead, since I was sort of see through, I guess. After remembering this, his face turned dark and asked, "It wasn't a bathtub this time, was it?"

I looked sadly over at my new buddy, Charon, and sighed, "No, it was Otis the giant, I was fighting with my father, Poseidon." I took a short pause as Charon gave an awestricken gasp, "And now I won't be able to see my girlfriend ever again if I get reborn, which I'm debating on doing."

"Man, dude, I can't believe I'm in the elevator with the Hero of Olympus, the Percy Jackson, but I'm so sorry, that's not how it should have ended for you. You deserve better."

"Yeah," I mumbled back. Just then, we began to go forward, and I started to feel a little different, my jeans and tshirt changed into a grey hooded robe, and I began to feel… more dead, which did not settle well for me in my stomach. I felt like I didn't belong in this place of death, but I knew I did and would have to deal with it for all eternity.

"Not the sort of fashion you're used to, kid?" Charon asked.

"Definitely not."

I disembarked from the boat we had taken after the elevator, and I was surprisingly disappointed to leave Charon, the only guy I really knew amidst all of these strangers. He gave me a pat on the back and promised he would visit me but said his schedule was kind of busy, with dead people coming in like every two minutes. I laughed just so he would feel better and wished him luck, then he was gone, and I was left dead, in the Underworld.

I've been here before, with Annabeth and Grover, but it felt really odd being all alone in a foreign place, I wished Nico would come or something like he always does, and hold my hand, I don't know, I was scared. I followed the rest of the mummies to the lines to await my fate.

As I remembered, under the big black golden archway, there were three lines, one marked EZ DEATH, which was going along pretty quickly, to the Asphodel Fields, I finally had a better chance to look at the place, and suddenly felt a lot of pity for Hazel, I don't know how she stayed in those endless fields forever, without going crazy. The next two lines seemed to be going slower, with people being judged by attendents I couldn't quite make out yet.

This time around, I did not have to worry about the double the mammoth sized Rottweiler, Cerberus, and I knew I could just walk right through him without any problem after I had entered the smaller and slower moving lines to be tried for by the three judges. I wanted to walk on up to Cerberus, since I doubted anyone played with him much since our little game of fetch all of those years ago, but I didn't want to draw too much attention to myself, and, well, I wasn't a solid being anymore and couldn't pet him even if I wanted to. On that happy thought of never being able to do normal things anymore, I was plucked out of the line by George Washington himself and was sent right to the council.

I was motioned to take a seat with three men standing in front of me with feather pens and a notepad in front of them. George Washington read off of a scroll, "On Hades own orders, before anything else is decided by the Gods, Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, is to be tried fairly by the council for the day and go to Elysium until further notice. Also Percy, Annabeth would like to say that your mother will know everything that has happened, and that she loves you to the ends of the Earth, blah blah blah…" Mr. Washington continued and said, "It seems that you have a very impressive resume here to offer us Perseus, so today should be a more fun day compared to others."

The rest of the men in the room, Shakespeare, as well as Abraham Lincoln, nodded in agreement and smiled kindly at me.

"Mr. Jackson," started Abraham Lincoln, "You have saved the world countless times and have done many selfless deeds for others and for the gods throughout the years. So, let us begin your trial, although it doesn't seem, to us, that you really need one."

"Hello, I am Shakespeare," the other man said and shook my hand, "As you might be thinking, why am I not talking in my odd poetry language from the olden days, well times have changed, Percy, and I like my clients to be able to understand me," he simply stated, "So, to start off, your mother is Sally Jackson, is that correct?"

"Yes," I replied.

"No, yes sir, please," Shakespeare insisted.

"Right, of course," I replied, then quickly added, "sir."

"Very good, and your father is lord of the sea, earthquakes, floods, droughts, and horses, is that correct?"

"Yes, sir"

"And some of your closest relatives include Nico DiAngelo, cousin, Thalia and Jason Grace, cousins, as well as many others, and Tyson with all of the other cyclopes, and finally, your sister Grace Blowfish, are all of those relations correct?"

I was too stunned to answer, had my mom and Paul had a baby? And more importantly, I would never get the chance to get to know her. "Ah, Mr. Shakespeare, sir, is that last one correct? Did my mom really have a baby?"

He looked at me kind of sadly, "Yes, sorry son, she was born about a week ago, wish I had a picture or something to offer, but that didn't come with the files."

"That's fine, at least they'll have somebody, I suppose," I quietly responded, I hadn't realized how much I missed my mom and that I would never get a final goodbye with her.

"Well, to keep this process going, you've been to a numerous amount of schools, for being called a 'troubled child', 'mentally ill', and several others, is that correct?"

"Afraid so, sir"

"It's always the same with you demigods, I suppose," he mumbled, "Well then, I guess it's time to name off all of your previous achievements, Abraham, care to do the honors?"

He snapped to attention, I guess he had gotten bored and had fallen asleep on his chair but quickly recovered and placed his tall cap once more upon his head and listed, "Retrieved the lightning bolt of Zeus, killed Medusa, the Minotaur, and etc., retrieved the golden fleece, destroyed the labyrinth, something with a Titan's curse, has held the sky, rescued a girlfriend, fought alongside Artemis and her hunters, the Hero of Olympus against Kronos, old praetor at Camp Jupiter, saved the Doors of Death, and helped win the recent Giant War, also many other things not listed, but those were just a few. " He looked at me a little overwhelmed but went on, "Well it seems you have earned the right to enter Elysium, and at any time you wish to be reborn just holler for one of us, and we will gladly service you, Perseus."

"Well, er, I am very grateful, and accept your offer," I replied, and I was motioned into a separate line by Benjamin Franklin that lead to a beautiful island resort, it looked like. If one good thing was even possible to come out of today, I hoped I would be able to learn to surf.

As I predicted, something good did come out of today, but it wasn't surfing, in fact, it was something much better.

When I entered Elysium, any son of Poseidon's paradise, I suppose, with the crashing waves on the island, I spotted an old friend of mine, Charles Beckendorf and alongside him Selena, his girlfriend. He looked grand, for a dead person, wearing swim trunks, and Selena also looked beautiful in a white sundress with her hair hanging loose around her shoulders.

I could not contain my excitement and ran towards him, hugging him fiercely. I knew he did not blame me for his death aboard the Princess Andromeda, but I always did, still knowing there was nothing I could have done.

He looked at me worriedly and asked, "Percy, why are you here?"

I glanced away for a moment, remembering what had happened and wishing more than ever that I could be with Annabeth but replied, "There was a war, which may still be going on, but I was stabbed by a giant fighting in Athens." My stomach still had a deep bruise, I guess even the dead had to heal, and motioned for them to observe.

Selena squeezed my hand and said she was sorry, but was very glad to see me. I tried to smile back, but it was extremely difficult. "They should have made you into a god or something, Percy, considering all you have done."

"Mhmm." was all I managed to say.

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