A/N: Hey, guys, this is my first fic so bear with me. I'm not sure how often updates will be. Anywho, a lot of this first Chapter is taken directly from The Last Olympian. Don't worry, not all of this story will be like this, this is just to set the plot. I DO NOT OWN PJO OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS! Make sure to review, I could use all the help I can get. Thanks!
It wasn't a deep cut, but Luke howled. His eyes glowed like lava. An aura of energy surrounded Luke, growing brighter and brighter. I shut my eyes and felt a force like a nuclear explosion blister my skin and crack my lips.
It was silent for a long time.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Luke sprawled at the hearth. On the floor around him was a blackened circle of ash. Kronos's scythe had liquified into molten metal and was trickling into the hearth, which now glowed like a blacksmith's furnace.
Luke's left side was bloody. His eyes were open—blue eyes, like they used to be. His breath was a deep rattle.
"Good . . . blade," he croaked.
I knelt next to him. Annabeth limped over with Grover's support. They both had tears in their eyes.
Luke gazed at Annabeth. "You knew, I almost killed you, but you knew . . ."
"Shhh." Her voice trembled. "You were a hero at the end, Luke. You'll go to Elysium.
He shook his head weakly. "Think . . . rebirth. Try for three times. Isles of the Blest.
Annabeth sniffled. "You always pushed yourself too hard."
He held up his charred hand. Annabeth took it in hers, pulling it close.
"Did you . . ." Luke coughed and his lips glistened red. "Did you love me?"
Annabeth sniffed and glanced at me. I stared back, drinking in the fact that she was still here. The world was collapsing and the only thing I cared about was that she was alive. However, to my dismay, I saw a brief pang of guilt in her eyes before she turned back to Luke.
"Yes," she said through tears. "I did love you, I do Luke." She turned to me. "Percy, you are like a brother to me. But you could never be what Luke was to me. That is irreplaceable."
I stepped back in horror. With every word, the crack in my heart only deepened. How could she say such things? After all we've been through? After all Luke has done to her? After all that has transpired, I was led on by a lie?
My thoughts were interrupted when she turned back to Luke.
"One . . ." he coughed. "One last time."
Annabeth took his head in her hands, and slowly, torturously pressed her lips to his. The kiss didn't deepen, but seemed to go on forever. I felt the image branding itself into my head. The girl I loved. Kissing Luke Castellan. My fears have been realized.
After what seemed like hours, Luke's grip slackened. His hands fell to the floor. His head lolled over. Luke Castellan was no more.
Annabeth looked over at me. Tears streaming down my face, I refused to catch her eyes.
"Percy," she started. "I–"
She was interrupted by the gods arriving in their full war regalia, thundering into the throne room and expecting a battle. What they found were Annabeth and I, standing over the body of a broken half-blood, the dim, warm light of the hearth illuminating the tears on both of our faces.
"Percy," my father called, awe in his voice. "What . . . what is this?"
Pushing down my own emotion, I turned to the gods. Annabeth was right, Luke died a hero. I must honor his sacrifice, not let my spite get in the way. I must remain strong.
"We need a shroud," I announced, my voice cracking. "A shroud for the son of Hermes."
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