Will looked at Lee's bed, they had made it into a little shrine type thing. The whole cabin six (even though it was only six of them) were moarning, trying to lift each other spirites.
Many people had died in the battle, but they didn't do it in vain, Kronos was defeated and there was peice. Will hugged Kayla tightly, trying not to cry himself, they needed him to be strong.
He had taken care of so many wounded and had to proclaim so many died. It was hard, but he had to battle through it, and look on the positive now.
Then there was a knock on the door and Will opened the door, wondering if it was Chiron or someone. There infront of Will was Percy Jackson, in a black hoody, and black jeans and tenis-shoes. He looked closed off, but his eyes were churnning relentlessly. A ping of hurt was in Will's guts when he looked upon Percy, but only for a second.
Percy looked at Will, he had been to everyone who had lost some one and this was his last stop, he had held it in, held in all his feelings, and it's been a few hours, helping the other's grieve for their siblings and letting them have a shoulder to cry on, keeping all his pain and sorrow in, because it was his fault.
But then it became to much, Percy openned his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a chokng cry.
"I-it's all my fault Will." Percy finally admitted, tears ran down his face, like the whole ocean decided to come out of his eyes. "I-it's all my fault."
"Percy, it's not your fault, not at all." Will tried to comfort the 15 year old, but it was no use.
"Y-you don't understand. If I was never born, none of this would have happened. I-if I could have talked Luke out of this when I was 12, or 13, or 14. If I had died before now L-lee a-and Salena, and Beckendorf, Micheal, Ethan, Luke, Kathyrin, Lusy, Michel, RJ, Sam, Jessica, Christian, Lou-ann, Mary, Steven, Josy, Hanny, Henry, David, Theo,..." Will grabbed Percy as he listed off everyone's name who had died in the battle, even some of the enemy demigods. Will didn't know how he knew all of their names, but some how he did. "They would be alive."
Percy left after that, going to the beach to calm down. It wasn't until the dinner until Will saw Percy again, sitting alone at the Posiedon table, not really touch any of his food. Then Annabeth and Tyson come up with a blue cup-cake with a small candle lit, and Will realised that it was his birthday. And now the date was tainted by a battle, because he was born sixteen years ago.