This story was going to be a one shot but then I decided to extend it. Sorry this chapter is shorter than the last one. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or any of the character in this story.

Percy's pov:

I wake up confused and disoriented. Where am I? I lie in a vast field piled high with flowers. I look around hoping to spot a building or at least some signs of life but I don't see anything. The sun beats down hard on my neck and I start to walk in a random direction. The grass tickles my bare feet as I stroll across the field. I'm dead. I know that much. Did the gods send me straight to Elysium? I look up at the bright blue sky with just the right amount of clouds. This seems too perfect.

Suddenly, I hear the high pitched laughter of children. I follow the sound of their voices confused as to why the gods deposited me so far away from everyone else. Annabeth's face flickers in my mind. I need to find her. I start to think about how my friends feel. How selfish they must think I am for leaving them behind. I continue walking and the sun feels unnaturally warm. If I can't find Annabeth...this would have all been for nothing. I don't know the true size of Elysium, so it isn't guaranteed I will find her. The laughter gets louder as I approach a forest. I push aside the branches and enter it. Water drips off the leaves above me and lands on me. I look around in wonder. I never expected Elysium to look like this. I pictured miles and miles of nice grainy sand and huge waves. I also pictured Annabeth by my side.

A couple minutes later, I exit the forest. In front of me is a small village. A bunch of kids run in front of me almost knocking me over. People mill around and they truly look happy. A group of teens play cards over at a picnic table. They look familiar. I decide to walk over to them since I have nowhere to go. I approach them and notice on one of the girls' heads lies a silver tiara. A tiara… "Zoe?" She turns around and her face brightens up. "Percy!" The rest of the teens turn to me and I almost collapse in shock. Sitting at the table are several people that we had lost.

I smile at Silena Beauregard who is holding hands with Charles Beckendorf, Michael Yew, Lee Fletcher, Castor son of Dionysus, Bianca di Angelo, Zoë, and Luke Castellan. I look around for Annabeth or Leo but they aren't here. Bianca smiles at me and gives me a hug. "How come you're here?" I look down not wanting to tell them that Annabeth is also dead. "It's okay. You don't have to say it if you don't want to." I have to tell them. "Do any of you know about the Romans?" Everyone nods their heads. "Yes we know you had another war and that romans were involved," Michael Yew says. I look off into the distance trying to keep my voice steady.

"We were friends with them and one of the romans, Jason, stabbed Annabeth." I take a glance at the group and they look outraged. "If I could kill him…" Beckendorf says menacingly cracking his knuckles. "I see you have joined us, boy." I hear a voice say behind me. I turn around and see the hunter, Phoebe, approaching me. "Phoebe? When did you die?" I ask bewildered. No one told me see had died. She was one of Artemis's oldest hunters. "I died in the war. Orion killed me." Rage fills me. I can't believe I thought of Orion as my hero when I was twelve. "Is he dead?" I ask hoping he is. "That I do not know," she says. I look behind me and see Zoe smiling at Phoebe. I am glad that Zoe was reunited with seemingly her best friend. "Anyway," I turn back to the group. "Annabeth died in my arms and I was given an option to die by the Olympian council. I accepted."

Suddenly, I feel a sharp sting on my cheek. "You idiot! Why would you choose to die? You left everyone behind!" Bianca yells at me. She reminds me so much of Nico who I had left behind. I feel an ache in my heart when I think about how selfish I am. I left them all. "I am a horrible person." Bianca's look softens. "Percy…you're not horrible. Just stupid." I crack a weak smile and say, "I couldn't live anymore. I loved Annabeth too much." Silena bounces in her seat. "That's so sweet!" Phoebe looks at me with admiration in her eyes. "I wish there were more boys like you out there." I blush at the compliment. "I need to find Annabeth. Will you help?" Michael Yew and Lee Fletcher stand up immediately. "Of course we will."

I look toward Castor who has his head down. "How's my dad?" he asks not facing me. "He still mourns your death." Castor takes a sip of wine. "And my brother, Pollux?" I don't want to tell him that Pollux still mourns him too. "He's trying to get over it," is what I say. Castor stands up and grasps my shoulder. "I will join you in your search." I nod in appreciation and look to a hero and a traitor.

"I would help but I don't think Annabeth would want to see me," Luke says. His blue eyes dance with mischief. "It's your choice." Luke walks over to me and smiles. "Before you go, I want to say something. I regret every death that I caused. I hope you know that." I smile back and back up. "Of course I know that. You're a hero Luke." He gives me a nod and we head out. They suggested we try and search the Greek cities that lie here. Annabeth loves architecture.

I look through one the cities, exhausted. This is the fourth city we have tried and there is no sign of her. I keep looking for that flash of blonde hair or her enchanting laugh. I have yet to see or hear anything of that sort. We collapse in a nearby table at a café. "If you guys want to go home, don't be afraid to say it." All of our voices are hoarse from yelling her name. They shake their heads. I lean forward. "Look," I point to a hotel across the street. "You stay there and I will just look the next city over." They start to protest and I glare at them. They stand up and head to the hotel. I shoulder my backpack and head out into the long dusty road. I pass children who wave to me as I pass. I wave at them but sadness lives in me. It's sad to know these kids are really dead. The long walk to the next city allows me to think.

What happened to Jason? It's all I can think about. Did he get the punishment he deserved? How much time has passed? I look over and see the sun setting. I quicken my pace wanting to get there before nightfall. I enter the gates and armor-clad men nod their heads at me. I enter the city and stop. It is breathtakingly beautiful. Large white columns bar the war to a huge house. The building is majestic and stands tall around the shabby roads. The house is made of pure white marble and Greek letters are painted across it. Annabeth must be here somewhere.

A girl in a flowing white gown walks out of the house carrying a basket. Long blonde hair cascades down her shoulders and she has a sort of glow to her. She looks like a goddess. She turns my way and I catch a glimpse of her face.

"Annabeth."

Sorry for the cliffhanger. I'll try to post soon.