Someone asked if there would be a plot after the mourning and everything. That's a good question. The answer is, no, there won't. This is just a collection of one—shots, guys, so yeah :D Okay, HUGE influx of thanks coming your way! Thanks to percabethbooklion, Tom Marvolo Riddle 2 (love your name, and the chapter is fixed :D), PercyJacksontheChicken, AstheDragonFlies, OverLordRevan, Amphrite (a Guest), Sophia the daughter of Nyx, Shinny Star, Amber Ember7, apple5745, AnnabethChase000 (you can change your username in settings on the desktop version of FFN), SMango55, WiseGirl1190, and HTCWWE999. Holy Hera, that was long! But thanks to everyone. Sorry for that horribly long AN though. Anyway, as a personal favour to my best friend and fellow fanfiction author, KitKatWei, and to my loyal reviewer Shinny Star…this is Charlena!

CHARLENA

Silena sat next to Charlie, holding his hand and smiling to herself. She still couldn't believe how lucky she was, to be able to be reunited with her boyfriend in paradise. Her death—and fooling the Ares cabin—had been worth it, if only to see Charlie again.

But she could still remember how her spirit hadn't departed for the Underworld right away. She had watched as Clarisse had wept over her lifeless body, how the Ares children had stared in shock, and how horrified everyone had been at her sacrifice. That was the one thing she regretted; leaving Clarisse and her siblings behind. The daughter of Ares had become a true friend to her in the months between Charlie's death and hers, and even now, when she could speak of death freely without worry or fear or pain, it was sad to know that she was beyond talking to her siblings, or any of the people she'd cared about besides Charlie.

d to her in the months between Charlie's death and hers, and even now, when she could speak of death freely without worry or fear or pain, it was sad to know that she was beyond talking to her siblings, or any of the people she'd cared about besides Charlie.

"Silena?" Charlie squeezed her hand, and Silena looked up at him, startled. His expression was one of concern. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she said, letting herself relax. "Just thinking about everyone I left behind."

"Well, it'll get easier, I promise," Charlie said easily. "Yeah?"

"Okay," Silena said quietly. "I just..."

Whatever she had been about to say flew out of her mouth as she saw two people, a boy and a girl, stumbling past her. Strangely enough, she recognized them. And… "Oh, gods! Percy, Annabeth? Is that you?" she called.

One of them looked up, and Silena saw that it was Percy Jackson. Her heart twisted with sorrow for him; as with the entire Aphrodite cabin, Percabeth was her OTP, and it was horrible that they'd died. She supposed that it was better here, now, where they would never have to face that kind of pain again, but still she ached inside, even as she smiled brilliantly. "I can't believe you're here! It's so good to see you! I missed you so much and wanted to talk to you, and everyone else, so badly. Are you okay?" Judging from their intertwined hands, they were still together, so Silena didn't ask about their relationship status. Surely they wouldn't look so happy if they had broken up.

"Silena! Beckendorf," Percy greeted, looking sorrowful. "Listen, I'm so sorry that things had to happen the way they did. You know if I could have saved you, I would have. It's just not fair that you had to come to Elysium that way. But, of course, you died a hero."

Charlie smiled. "I know, Percy. Thanks, but I knew it had to be done, and I just knew that it was the right thing to do, you know? And I knew it was my time. I wouldn't have it any other way."

Percy opened his mouth to say something, relief spreading across his face, before Silena interrupted him. "I know this is terribly rude, but how…how did you…"

Annabeth knew what she was asking. "It's no problem, Silena. Well, you see, after your, um, after you came here, Rachel issued another prophecy. 'Seven half—bloods shall answer the call; to storm or fire the world must fall; an oath to keep with a final breath; and foes bear arms to the Doors of Death.'"

Silena listened with wide eyes as Annabeth explained everything that had happened after that, including details like how exactly the prophecy had been fulfilled and how she and Percy had finally lost the battle—their personal battle—but they had won the war. Silena couldn't imagine doing anything as brave as that, but it made sense for Annabeth, the bravest person she knew besides Clarisse, to have done all of it with Percy.

When Annabeth fell silent, all Silena managed to say was, "That's amazing. I could never have done any of that."

"You're plenty brave, Silena. I could never have done what you did. I mean, even if I were as close to Clarisse as you are, I wouldn't have ever dared to impersonate her like that. That was so brave."

Silena smiled. "Thank you, Percy. How do you feel about leaving people behind? How does it feel to know that you live among Greek heroes now? How does it feel to be a camp legend? Do you think everyone will miss you? You were a great example, you know. I ship you and Annabeth so hard! You two are so cute together!"

Percy blinked. "You're welcome, sad, awesome, awesome, yes, thanks, okay, okay."

Silena giggled. "I suppose it would feel awesome to be a camp legend, wouldn't it? I mean, it basically means everyone worships you and talks about you nonstop, right? Isn't that what it's about?"

"You're as much a legend as we are. Silena Beauregard and Charlie Beckendorf, whose sacrifice made it possible for us to defeat Kronos. Your stories get told around the campfire to new campers, and they love hearing about it. You guys rule."

"Thanks," Silena said honestly. "That's amazing to hear."

"Oh, you're definitely welcome. It's really not the same around camp without you, you know," Annabeth said softly. "Your siblings think about you all the time. I think that you're the most heroic child of Aphrodite I've ever had the pleasure of meeting."

"Aw, thanks," Silena said again. "Have you met anyone else we know yet?" Luke, she thought with a pang. She had talked to him when she'd arrived—when she'd died—and they had made amends. It had taken a considerable weight off her shoulders, and they got along well now.

"Yeah, Luke. He showed us around, but we haven't met anyone important yet. Like, say, Odysseus or Achilles. Are they around here?"

Silena brightened. She had met most of the Greek legends of old here, and they were all surprisingly modern. They didn't speak Shakespearean, at least. Achilles had even said "crap", which Silena found very modern indeed. "Want me to show you some of them? I've met a lot. They're all really down—to—earth, and nice, too."

"Sure," Annabeth said with a slight shrug and a smile.

Silena took them, a smile on her face and a new spring in her step. Two of her friends were here with her in paradise. Could anything be better?

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