Kindled

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What if Percy died in The Last Olympian?

Percy is purely just water. He was just made up of water. And it would be strange to call him fire. But he is fire. If it was anyone else other than me who called him fire, it would be strange. They never truly knew him, except maybe Sally, Grover, and maybe Chiron.

I started to caress his face. His face in the picture where I took a selfie of me and Percy. Not his real one, surely. I would never touch his face again. I wanted to tell him how much I liked him over the years. No, not like. I mean love.

Tears started to roll down my cheek. For the past three days, I have been doing this.

''Be strong, Annabeth. You must stay alive for Percy. His sacrifice mustn't be in vain.''

How would I describe him as fire? Number one, he had the fury in him, but it takes time for it to be released. It is sort of cute when he does it. His fury has fire. But the fire needs fuel so it builds up over time before it gets released, like when he almost sacrificed himself when he exploded Mt. St. Helens.

And fire can also give out warmth, like a small fire in the cold darkness being kindled. His laugh and stupidity can kindle a light in me that only he can do.. maybe Luke, before he turned evil.

Percy was right. I was too dumbfounded to see it.

"Annabeth? Do you need more time to grieve? Percy's shroud is about to be burned." Thalia's voice echoed in the empty cabin.

After his death, the Hunters of Artemis decided to stay at Camp Half Blood for the time being. They would stay here until Artemis is fully recovered.

Thalia had been my third leg for days. She was patient with me and it was like the times when I was a seven year old delinquent. She was my stand.

I rose from my bunk, finding my blanket wet with tears. I wash my face to hide any tears. But it was unable to do so.

"Thalia, I am ready."

TBC