Wow. I mean, literally, WOW. I just-I'm overwhelmed by all the love I'm getting :) Thanks so much to Tom Marvolo Riddle 2 (nice name by the way), Tmayhew, Spider6996, 2001, Gage Shadow, dogbiscuit1967, doughnutswilderness and PercyJacksontheChicken (haha I like your name :D) for following this. Also many thanks to Spider6996, ILovetoFly, Gage Shadow, dogbiscuit1967, and TheOcean'sFirstDaughter for favoriting. Wow, you guys, this means so much to me, so THANK YOU. I'm going to reply to reviews now (sorry for the long AN), so skip this if you don't want to read it.

dogbiscuit1967: Hahaha, I will keep that in mind! Although I haven't cried yet…is it really that sad? Well, I thought chapter 1 was worse. Actually, the end of Hazel's kind of creeped me out. :O

PercyJacksontheChicken: Your name makes me laugh every time I read it. I mean, I'm just imagining the great Perseus Jackson, savior of the world, as a chicken. But anyway, I will do Zeus for sure! It's gonna be interesting, no doubt.

Okay, and here comes the (hopefully) awesome stuff!

POSEIDON

Really, Hades? Really? Was it necessary to give the Olympians a rundown on every single soul he had helped judge since the solstice? Annoyed, Poseidon leaned back into his throne and sighed. He could tell that this was going to be boring, and Hades was the first speaker.

Zeus was next. He had insisted going after Hades for some reason, and he looked a bit subdued. Poseidon grinned and regarded his brother with interest. Whatever this was, it was probably good if he was so on edge.

Poseidon would regret thinking that later, but he didn't know it at the time.

Zeus clasped his hands and looked at the other Olympians solemnly. "You all know about the quest that Perseus, Annabeth, Piper, Frank, Hazel, Valdez and Jason undertook." Poseidon thought that a flicker of pride crossed his face when he said Jason's name, and noticed that he had said Valdez. But then again, that was easier to remember than Liam or whatever the boy's name was.

Zeus took a deep breath. "Well, they have succeeded. The threat of Gaea is no more."

Immediately the gods started cheering, and Poseidon smiled with relief. Ah, the Earth Mother was gone. What reward would his son receive for this? His brain started working furiously. Perhaps he wouldn't reject godhood if the rest of his friends got it with him… (A/N: This is the only sentence I have written in this entire story that makes me feel sad so far, besides Leo's "it was done".)

Zeus held up his hand for silence, and his brethren quieted. "Now, we have slight, ah, cause for mourning." Mourning? But that was for dead people! Dead people! Was it Grace? Was that why Zeus was so sad?

Another deep breath. "Two demigods passed on as an aftermath of the fight. They have received Elysium for their work. Both fought bravely, mind you." He hesitated. "Poseidon, Athena, I'm sorry."

Complete silence. And then Poseidon's brain realized what this meant.

His favourite son was gone.

Dimly he heard Aphrodite screaming in anguish-something about her OTP?-and Athena shrieking about her daughter, but he paid them no heed. It was as if headphones had been placed on his ears, muffling everything.

Poseidon tried to recall his son's face. Percy had made him so, so proud. He had slayed the Minotaur and recovered his brother's master bolt, survived the Sea of Monsters, held up the sky, found his way through the Labyrinth, saved the world, become praetor of the Romans, and even survived Tartarus itself…Memories filled his mind, of times when he had gotten the chance to personally congratulate his heroic son. And of his mother. He wondered how Sally was coping.

Poseidon slumped down in his throne and tried to say something, anything, last words to speed Percy on, but there was nothing. He was broken. Of course Amphitrite was beautiful and his other son was amazing, but Percy was a demigod. The most powerful demigod of the century, no less.

Then he sat up, hopeful. He stared straight at Hades. "Are they-is he?" Poseidon couldn't even finish his sentence, he was so choked up. He wasn't surprised to hear that his voice was husky.

"Yes, yes, yes, he died a hero," Hades replied lazily, twisting his ring around his finger.

"Don't you DARE talk about my son that way!" Poseidon stared angrily at his brother, crackling with godly energy. "He was and is a hero, and always will be. Do you understand?" He almost dared Hades to refuse.

"Alright. Yes, he was a hero," Hades said, in a different tone. Almost reverent. "I wish my bratty little son was that powerful, or heroic."

"He is a hero," Poseidon corrected, but he was becoming hoarse already, as if his throat was compensating for the tears that he should be crying, the sobs that should be racking his body, the grief that was squeezing him like an ever-tightening vise. Yet Poseidon was a god-an Olympian-and major gods like him did not show weakness in front of others. So he didn't.

But there was a small part of him, buried deep inside, that screamed for his lost son. For the life that he should have led, the children he should have had, the things he should have done. That tiny part was the only part of him that felt his son's loss as he sat on his throne, wishing that he could be anywhere else but here, silently and secretly wallowing in his grief.

Oh my gods, the ending was horrible. But anyway, hope you liked it! R&R, it would make my day! Please! I'm begging you! xD See ya guys!