Forever and Always

This was it. The final fight, the demigods kept thinking. This will have to end one way or another.

Percy and Annabeth lock eyes. She smiles weakly. He takes her hand and gives it a light, reassuring squeeze.

They share a quick kiss; a silent exchange of unspoken words, then run off to join the fight.


Everything was going as planned, at least so far. The only problem were the giants, there were no gods around, and they had no idea how to kill them. Maybe the gods will appear later, the demigods hoped.

Annabeth stabs a monster, which disintegrates into a yellow powder. She smiles and turns around quickly, scanning the battlefield for a sign of him.

Annabeth sees Percy. There he is, glorious as always putting up a fight. And he, too, turns around and smiles at her.

His smile quickly becomes an expression of pain and surprise as he looks down and the arrow that had just pierced through his chest.

He falls, gracefully and slowly.

Annabeth feels herself die. She runs to his side. Her lips are already forming her lover´s name when she, too, suffers the same fate as him.

She falls to the floor. Looking up weakly, she discovers it was the anti-Apollo giant the one who´d thrown the arrows. Of course.

Percy and Annabeth are still breathing, but barely.

She feels for his hand, and when she finds it, he squeezes it lightly.

“I love you,” he whispers. Tears are threatening to spill on both the teenager´s faces.

“I love you too,” she whispers back.

A puddle of blood surrounds them. Their vision is turning fuzzy, the colors merging together.

But never would he be able to look away from those stormy gray eyes, sometimes so scary and others so sweet; as never would she be able to forget those sea-green eyes so vivid and many times revealing.

“You´re never getting away from me.” The words tumble out of her mouth, and the tears fall while she remembers the exact same words being said by him. “Never again. Not even in death,”

“As long as we´re together,” Percy exhaled.

And with that, their fate was sealed.


At the funeral, people can´t help but agree with the ending of the speech that, to general surprise, Athena gave:
“… but whichever have my daughter´s choices been, I believe she did the right thing in the end. She managed to achieve what she most desired: to build something permanent. And I´m certain that I am not the only one who assures that Perseus´ and my daughter´s love will last forever and always, no matter where they are.”


Sally Jackson cries. She feels she´s lost it all, lived it all.

She crouches to leave the forget-me-nots in his son´s tomb. And Annabeth´s too, of course.

And it´s that it is just impossible. Forgetting them.

The flowers are blue. He loved blue.

Sally falls to her knees. She can´t. Pain and loss are too present on her mind. Her sobs echo around the cementery.

The tombs were designed by Hephaestus himself. They´re made to last forever. Built to be permanent, just like Annabeth would have liked it to be,

Sally feels a hand in her shoulder. She turns around, and between her tear-filled eyes, she sees Paul.

He also cries, also suffers. But he tells her to stand up,

A thought fills her mind as she does so. A saying, more like. She has read it somewhere. Maybe a Paulo Coelho book? “If there is any possible consolation in the tragedy of losing someone we love very much, it´s the necessary hope that perhaps it was for the best.”

She truly hopes so.