<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/Percy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Percy Jackson<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Poseidon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Manhattan, New York<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>August 18th; 7:09 p.m.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Closed<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Post-Titan War<br/><br/>Watching Luke Castellan die was one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do.<br/><br/>The bastard was the reason Silena, Ethan, Beckendorf, Zoe, Bianca, Castor and so many good demigods were dead. He was the reason Percy had a dent in his left hand from where the pit scorpion had bit him. He was the reason Manhattan was in ruins, half of the USA was in ruins, not to mention Camp Half-Blood. He was the reason Annabeth had gotten hurt, trying to hold the sky and everything else they'd been through.<br/><br/>Regardless of all of this, Luke had turned out to be a hero after all. He took his own life to stop Kronos from becoming fully-formed. He saved Olympus and, in a way, the world. But despite all of this, Percy knew that the real reason he couldn't handle Luke's death was because Luke was his friend. Even through what happened, all the betrayal and lies, Luke was still his friend. And watching him die is something Percy will never forget.<br/><br/>"I miss him, too."<br/><br/>Percy turned to see Annabeth by his side, her gray eyes lifted to the sky. They both watched in silence as the blue lights on the Empire State Building flickered once, then went out. He figured he should be looking for his mother but standing there, with Annabeth, was too perfect of a moment to leave. They were both looking into the heavens, wondering the fate of Luke and having their own private moment to say goodbye.<br/><br/>"I wish he hadn't done it. Any of it. He could still be alive if he hadn't let Kronos coax him into betraying his father," Percy said.<br/><br/>Annabeth's hand rested on his shoulder and he looped an arm around her waist. "He made his choice. I wish he hadn't made the choice but it was what he believed in. I don't blame him. Sometimes, I get mad too," her voice dropped and she leaned in, as if she was afraid Athena would show up. "Sometimes I get mad at her for not showing up more often, for not asking my father how I'm doing. Sometimes, it feels like she doesn't care."<br/><br/>"I know," he agreed. "I feel the same too. That's why I made that deal with them. No demigod will ever go unloved or unclaimed again. No one should ever feel how Luke felt, or Ethan, or you, or any of us. Even if the gods can't come see their kids on a daily basis, the least they can do is give them a place to stay, where they can be with their half-siblings and train and survive."<br/><br/>His eyes drifted to the shroud resting on the sidewalk, waiting until they were ready to go home and give Luke a proper demigod burial. "I think Luke understood in the end, that his father did love him. But thinking isn't enough. I wish he knew for sure."<br/><br/>Annabeth followed his gaze and said nothing, moving away from him to sit beside the covered corpse. Her long blonde hair was obscuring her face but he could tell by the shaking shoulder that she was crying, finally mourning as she should. Seeing this, Percy knew without a doubt that it was time demigods stopped dying, unclaimed and unloved. At least now, they would know who they were and they wouldn't die without a fight.<br/><br/>With this in mind, he started to plan. Annabeth would be staying coming for the funeral, then she would return back here to help finish the architecture on Manhattan. But he would be staying at camp, to help with the reconstruction of the camp, until four weeks later, he would mysteriously disappear.