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Wrath's POV (PS: my shortest AN ever)

Dang it! Mentally, I growled with frustration. Right before Thalia had plunged the soul seperating dagger into my gut, I had reached into my mind and tried to grab Percy. Since that knife is a soul splitter, if Percy was in control he would be the one to die. That's what happens if you share a body and intertwined souls. I would've been free of him forever! Too good to be true though, am I right?

Instead, that little upstart Peter got in the way. He saved Percy and I accidentky took him in place of Percy. Peter got thrust into control just as the knife came down and the skin broke. I was this close. This close!

Stupid brothers. Always ruining my fun.

Peter's POV

Well, it's safe now to say I'm dying. Nothing in the world can save me now. I'll most likely be banished to the pit (inside the mind) unless Hades takes pity on me and transports me to Elysium. Which is very unlikely might I add.

I'm not sure how the others couldn't hear the giant hand coming. It was pushing the ground out of its way, and everything was screaming in protest. Obviously, I had to play the hero and saved my best friend. And for that, I'm dying.

Once I was grabbed, the hand dragged me to the outer most rim of the mind. That's where we go to take control, unless the fates or an immortal grants us a faster option. The journey usually takes two to three weeks of nonstop travel. I made it in a second.

At the top, the hand pushed me towards the control center, the area where you go to take control if it wasn't a reaction to something that made you the leader. Understanding this part if the plan, I walked into the control center and became inn i from if the bkdy. Just like that evil hand wanted.

Once i I was in control of the body and looking out of green eyes, the first thing I felt was intense pain. Thalia was on top of me, pinning me to the ground. A knife was at my throat, and the other in my gut. Blood, my blood, spilled everywhere. Anne and Artemis were standing off to the side, obviously horrified at their companion's actions. I would be too if I were in that position. I'd also try to SAVE THE GUY THATS DYING!

Geez. Women can't do anything correctly right now can they?

Suddenly, Anne started shrieking. The cries from someone else in the room almost drown her out, but i could hear her all right.

"That's my brother! You're killing him!" She exclaimed.

The bloodthirsty sneer on Thalia's face widened. "No! I'm just killing Wrath! Percy will be fine!"

Artemis seemed to recover from power loss and zapped Thalia away from me. My vision was getting hazy as I listened to them.

"You idiot! He can't control how his eyes look when he's in pain and dying! Wrath has black eyes! This man's eyes are sea green!" They all looked closer into my closing eyes. Thalia gasped in horror. She must've thought I was Percy. None of them know me.

I was right. Thalia collasped into the ground, sobbing that she had killed me and made Wrath in control forever. So that's wy the hand had put me in charge then? Good plan. My vision getting blurry at the edges, I reached out to my cousins and sister.

A weak hand plopped onto Thalia's leg and she looked up. Her eyes met mine, and she scooted closer, apologizing for how she killed 'Percy'. I couldnt take it anymore.

"Peter," I whispered. She looked at me in confusion. "I'm- Percy's best friend and brother. I'm (cough cough cough) Peter." I sighed when she nodded. My voice was so weak that I wasn't sure if she'd hear me okay. But they all did, and they understood. I'm no more than an alter ego for their beloved cousin, friend, and brother. I'd die, but Percy would be safe. Happy ending for them.

Soon, I blacked out. My hand fell limply against Thalia's knee. My soul flew away. Tears were shed, but not too many.

After all, I'm nothing but a replica of their hero.

Percy's POV

Within a blink, my best friend, brother, and companion as gone. For a moment, none of us did anything. We were all frozen in shock. I came back to reality first, which turned out to be both a blessing and a curse.

With no one to hold me back, I flung myself against the ground where Peter had just been swallowed up from, and pounded it with my fists. I must've looked like a child having a hissy fit, banging and kicking and trying to destroy the ground.

The others snapped out of it too, but not in time to stop me. They did try to pull me off the ground, so give them credit. But I'm the strongest, and always will be. They could barely lift me a centimeter off the ground.

Eventually, after my fists were bloody and my feet close to broken from repeated contact with the floor, I became still and just lay in the floor. The others still attempted to move me, in case the hand appeared, but I wouldn't budge.

After they gave up, silence enveloped us. No one wanted to voice the thoughts that were on all our minds. So I did it first.

"He's dead."

"You can't be sure..."

"He's dead. We share a link. I can feel it dying, even as we speak. He's good as dead."

As I spoke, I didnt move from the floor. Right now, it's my protection from the world. From the truth. If I wasn't here, I'd be huddled in the corner, to clogged with emotion to speak. So here I am now, expressionless and toneless, spread out in the middle of the room.

The others were too emotionally tired that they didn't bither aruguing with me. I cojkd hear two of them whispering though. "If he keeps up with this, he'll be joining Peter."

Maybe I will. Annabeth and Nico are there anyways.