And the last chapter! Thank you all for staying with me through this one Snowflakes and have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year :) Nw I can get back to writing But That Was In Another Country in peace. Hopefully.
Disclaimer: Still don't own Rise of the Guardians or Percy Jackson. Big surprise.
In the end, it wasn't a monster that took Percy Jackson out.
It wasn't a vengeful Titan.
It wasn't the wrath of an angry god.
It wasn't even the act of a careless, angry mortal.
It was an accident, pure and simple. The type accident that no one ever sees coming, that no one can prevent, no matter how blame gets passed along after the tragedy.
While on a field trip (he'd never had good luck with those) he stepped to close to the edge of the hiking trail. And fell. The ground gave way under his foot and he lost his balance and he fell down the mountainside, amidst the horrified shouts of his classmates.
Why didn't the Curse of Achilles protect him? Because in the end, a curse is a curse as much as it can be a blessing, and the Curse of Achilles makes a weak point its weakest if you can find it.
A small, sharp rock, lodged in the small of his back was all it took. A wound that should not have been fatal was. Percy Jackson died in that rock fall.
Percy Jackson did not die heroically at sixteen, like in the old stories of heroes.
But he still died a Hero.
That was all that mattered.
Because Percy Jackson was never made to stay in the mortal world for very long. Extraordinary Heroes are Extraordinary when you need them (and only when you need them), but after all is said and done? What then?
A half-blood of the eldest gods, shall reach sixteen against all odds.
Yes, but no provision was made for after.
So Percy Jackson's mortal life ended. But the Fates were not done with him yet. Because things are created when a void needs to be filled. Nature abhors a vacuum. And the Fates decided that someone had to hold the Olympians to their oath.
Who better than the one who had made them swear it?
FIN.