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PERCY (PT. 2)

Percy awoke in confusion. Where was Annabeth, and why wasn't he dead?

His eyes opened, and he saw three thrones in front of him, made out of elegantly carved bone. Two women and one man occupied them, staring down at him. Percy was almost certain that he saw a kind twinkle in their eyes, but didn't dare assume anything-these would be his and Annabeth's judges, after all. Besides, they looked oddly familiar. The second thing Percy noticed was that he was holding hands with someone.

He turned, and saw Annabeth. But to his surprise, she didn't at all look like someone who had just died in a war. She was wearing her orange camp T-shirt, with its familiar pegasus logo on it, and jeans. Her hair was loose, and her face radiated youthful beauty, her eyes bright. In short, she looked exactly like she had the first time Percy had ever seen her.

"Percy," she sighed in relief, and he threw himself at her, hugging her like he'd never let go, and she hugged him back just as tightly. When he pulled back ever so slightly to kiss her, almost smothering both of them, she responded in kind, kissing him like she had never before, and it was amazing. Wherever this was, Percy wanted to stay here.

"Lovebirds," someone remarked in distaste, voice heavily accented. Percy quickly stepped back from Annabeth but didn't let go of her hand, sure that his cheeks were as red as a tomato.

One of the women on the thrones sighed. "They just died, William. Let them be."

William-wait, was this Shakespeare William?-rolled his eyes. "As you desire, m'lady. 'Tis sad, Amelia, though, that these young demigods died so soon. Methinks they should have lived a longer life."

"Enough with that! I know you can talk like a twenty-first century person."

"Can I?' Shakespeare challenged.

"We have something to do," the other woman hinted. Percy recognized her-vaguely

"Yes, yes, let's get to the point, Amelia snapped. Then she turned a soft smile on Percy and Annabeth. Percy personally* found it slightly scary how quickly she could change moods. "As you likely know, we are here to judge you."

Percy gulped, and hoped that he would at least get into the Fields of Asphodel. He was sure he wouldn't land his unlucky self in the Fields of Punishment-he'd done nothing that horrible. In fact, he'd saved the world multiple times. That alone should be enough to get him into Elysium.

"Of course we will let them into Elysium. They died heroes' deaths," Shakespeare said, though he sounded oddly…resigned about that fact.

"We must review dere lives first," Harriet said calmly-she had an accent, too-and then Percy was swept into a flood of memories-both Annabeth's and his own, ones he'd forgotten and ones he hadn't.

There he was, as a baby, Sally rocking him in her arms with a dreamy smile on her face. She looked much younger than Percy remembered her as looking. And then there was Annabeth on her father's doorstep, and her father's look of horror as he discovered her. Percy, five years old, playing at the park while Sally watched him fondly. Annabeth, reading a book at six, huddled in a corner as her brothers argued. Percy, age six, bullying a younger child. Annabeth, age six, slapping her younger brother in anger. Percy, eight years old, laughing at a boy who had tripped. Annabeth, age six, kicking and screaming in rage as her stepmother dragged her to her room and locked the door, leaving her to cry alone in a corner.

There was Annabeth, age seven, flying out of a garbage can and whacking Luke and Thalia with a hammer. Luke, vowing to be her family forever as Annabeth's eyes shone. Percy, twelve, in a car with his mother and Grover during that wild first drive to Camp Half-Blood. Percy watched his memory-self meet Chiron for the first time before the memories started to flip by faster, like a flipbook on fast-forward. Annabeth and Percy appeared over and over again, everywhere from the Sea of Monsters to Mount Tamalpais to the Labyrinth to Mount St. Helens to Mount Olympus.

For a few moments there was nothing to see but mist, thick white mist, and then it cleared to reveal Annabeth sobbing on her bed in the Athena cabin, clutching a picture of Percy to her heart. The scene changed to show Percy, walking beside Hazel in bewilderment as she showed him New Rome. Percy and Annabeth, reunited, and Annabeth crying as she judo-flipped him over her shoulder. Percy and Annabeth in Tartarus, hobbling along the River Phlegethon. Percy and Annabeth, collapsed by the Doors of Death as their friends fought Clytius.

The onslaught of memories flashed by even faster, so quickly that Percy could only catch a glimpse of his face here or a lock of Annabeth's hair here there, until finally it ended with one single picture-the rest of the Seven and Nico gathered around Percy and Annabeth's dead bodies, sobbing, crying or staring at them with shocked and sorrowful looks on their faces.

As abruptly as the slideshow of Percy and Annabeth's life had begun, it ended, and Percy was left to stare at Harriet, Amelia and Shakespeare with amazement. He glanced at Annabeth and saw that her eyes were wide, though he didn't know from her expression what she was feeling.

"They went down fighting, as is honorable for a demigod. Not only that, but they 'ave also saved da world multiple times. I vote dey go to Elysium," Harriet said.

"Yes, that is certainly admirable, and they are brave, too. I agree. I vote Elysium," Amelia said confidently.

Shakespeare eyed Percy and Annabeth critically. Percy felt as if those eyes were X-raying him, seeing through him to his soul. "Yes," he agreed, though he sounded rather reluctant. "I suppose I must 'go with the flow', as you young'uns say nowadays."

"Do not agree simply because you know you will not win. Cast your vote true," Amelia chastened.

Shakespeare nodded. "I do want to say yes. I truly do. But we have glossed over most of the…less honorable actions these demigods have committed. We must review those before we can make a fair decision."

Amelia snorted. "These demigods are brave, loyal, strong, smart and powerful. We have no need to review anything more, Will."

Shakespeare sighed. "I see what you are saying." For a long moment he was silent, Amelia and Harriet staring intently at him. Percy watched him too, and was startled to see that the great English poet's expression went from pensive to worried to peaceful in less than ten seconds. "Yes," he said slowly. "Unless they opt to be reborn, let Perseus Jackson and Annabeth Chase go to Elysium for eternity."

Annabeth looked at Percy at the exact time he looked at her, and as their gazes met he understood that neither of them would choose rebirth soon, if at all. They treasured their newfound peace too much.

Harriet gave them a warm smile, wished them good luck, and clapped once. A single ray of light shot down on them, enveloping Percy in its warmth.

The last thing he was conscious of was the feeling of Annabeth's warm hand in his.

Alright, so as you probably guessed, Luke's chapter comes right after this one, because the magical ray of sunlight transported them straight to Elysium right in front of Luke. I just thought it would be cool for them to appear like that, LOL. Anyway, please review and follow/fav if you think my story deserves it! Also, if you like this story go check out my other ones, PLEASE!

*Haha, don't you think "Percy personally" sounds funny? :D

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