Everyone returned to within the borders of Camp Half-Blood. Chaos held Percy close as they stared at the covered body. The son of Hestia felt cold even when he stood beside the fire.
Everyone stared at them confused until they saw who was underneath the blanket. Athena let out a cry as she collapsed beside her daughter's body. She held Annabeth close to her chest as tears flowed down continuously.
Hestia comforted her as she cradled her dead daughter's head. Luke and Thalia were devastated. Annabeth was their family. She was what brought them together in the first place.
Now she's gone.
"We need a shroud for the daughter of Athena," Percy mumbled loud enough for the people around him to hear.
It was made of grey silk with Athena's symbol on it. Her hands placed over one another as her knife stayed in between. Her skin was deathly pale as she stayed motionless.
"We'll miss you," Luke mumbled. Bianca held his hand comfortingly as she too felt disheartened.
Thalia came up next wiping away a tear. "I'm sorry," she managed to say out before walking away and covering her mouth. The hunters of Artemis hugged their lieutenant comfortingly.
Athena walked up and smiled down sadly at her daughter. "You were a hero. No one can change that," she said and brushed a strand of hair away from her face.
Finally, Percy went up. He glanced down at her. There was a calm look on her face that had never been there before until now. What was he supposed to say?
When he looked up, three translucent figures stood in the distance.
Wayword, Order and Annabeth.
A tear rolled down his cheeks carrying all their memories together. "We promised to have each other's back," he said as he continued glancing at the three ghost-like figures.
Annabeth smiled softly at him encouraging him.
"And you were right. You had my back," he said gaining the courage to continue.
"And I didn't lose you."
A gentle smile graced his face as he glanced down back to her. He leant forward and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"You have been and always will be my best friend."
Percy felt a hand slip into his and he looked up. Chaos smiled at him and kissed his temple. Percy looked back at the campfire and they were gone.
It left a sense of peace around them as they watched the body burn with the shroud. White smoke rose into the air into the night sky. Percy watched as it disappeared into the night as if it was never there.
Suddenly, he collapsed.
"Percy!"
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They waited outside anxiously as the light in the ER was still red. It has been seven hours and everyone was losing their patience. Silena had to use charmspeak on them to calm them down.
A baby cry could be heard and this seemed to surprise most of the people there. They waited for Apollo to come out and he was immediately bombarded with questions.
"How is he?"
"Is he alright?"
"Was that a baby?"
"Is it a boy or a girl?"
"What's its name?"
Apollo stared at them annoyed. He raised a hand effectively stopping them from asking any more questions. "Percy will be fine. He's resting," he said slowly. Everyone sighed in relief.
"As for the baby's gender, you'll have to wait," he said pointedly.
Everyone grumbled but nevertheless, waited for Percy to wake up.
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Chaos carried the bundle of joy in his arms as the baby slept peacefully. It was swaddled in a blanket that made it looked tiny in the Creator's arms.
"Aren't you adorable?" He asked.
"I think both of you look adorable." Chaos whipped his head and smiled at his awake fiancé.
"Well, this little baby wants to be held by his mother," he said handing the baby to Percy.
The son of Hestia smiled tiredly but gladly held his baby. She was awake and staring at them curiously. Percy felt his heart swell with pride and joy. The baby girl in his arms was his and Chaos' child.
"I love you," he said and tears filled to the brim in his eyes. Her eyes sparkled with a sea green colour. An adorable smile appeared on her face as she let out a burst of tiny laughter that brought a smile to both immortals' faces.
Chaos grinned and sat down beside them. "Looks like someone's excited," he said as Percy played with the baby girl.
A soft knock on the door sounded and everyone turned to face the door. Percy nodded his head and Chaos went to open it.
Standing there was End.
The Creator tightened his grip on the handle. The older primordial looked down not wanting to meet his younger brother's eyes. He waited for Chaos to say something as he stood there.
End felt guilty for causing so much pain to them. Percy had drilled it into his head that their mother and Chaos loved him. It was their father that made them into this, but he's not here anymore.
"I'm sor-," he was cut off by a pair of arms enveloping him in a tight hug.
Different emotions fought for dominance in his mind. Happiness, shock, sadness and guilt filled his head.
Chaos let go smiling gently. "I am sorry for not being there for you," he said.
End shook his head and hugged his younger brother again. "It is not your fault. I'm the one who should be sorry. I acted out of selfishness and anger. At least I know that mother and you were there for me," he said sadly.
Chaos chuckled before pulling apart. "Would you like to meet her?" He asked.
End stared at him confused before widening his eyes. "You mean he was...," he trailed off leaving the Creator to nod his head.
Now End felt extremely guilty.
Percy was pregnant while they were fighting and he could have killed him and the child. "Wouldn't he hate me?" End asked timidly. Chaos rolled his eyes.
"He'd kill me if I didn't invite you in to see our baby girl," he said with a shudder.
End chuckled, "He is very convincing."
Chaos nodded his head and smiled before they both entered the room. What they saw in the room was shocking and confusing. More like what they didn't see.
The baby girl was lying on the bed crying as she stretched out her tiny arms. The worst thing was, Percy was gone from the bed. Chaos rushed over to his daughter's side and calmed her down.
What the hell happened? Percy wouldn't leave her alone unless he didn't have a choice. "Chaos, look," he said and picked up the piece of paper on the bed.
'I that am lost, oh who will find me? Deep down in the dark where all my darkest fears await. Thou shall find who I am or who I'm not.'
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"I thought we were done with this?" Luke asked and sighed running his hand irritatedly through is hair.
Chaos ran a hand down his face too as he sighed into it. This was supposed to be over. No more war just a peaceful future ahead. He didn't bring his baby daughter to be involved so he left her with Silena.
"We just need to figure out where Percy is being held captive," End said as he sat beside his brother.
The Destroyer could feel many people's stare on him as he spoke. "He's right. We need to find Percy, fast," she said agreeing.
"What does 'thou shall find who I am or who I'm not' mean?" Beckendorf asked scrunching up his face in confusion.
"I have no idea."
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Percy was in a glass container. Like the one, Loki had been in Avengers.
Standing in front of him was Wellington. They stared at each other for a good thirty seconds before Wellington spoke. "You know, I never understood what was so good about Chaos," he said.
Percy didn't respond as he continued staring at the assassin. "But after seeing him, I must say, he is something alright," he said with a smirk.
Percy glared at him as the smirk grew bigger. "I that am lost, oh who will find me?" He hummed out.
"Deep down in the dark where all my fears await." Wellington stood up and a strange thing happened. His hair became darker before turning black. His face was changing too and it looked creepily familiar. His height and size following suit too.
"Thou shall find who I am or who I'm not." Much to Perseus' horror, Wellington had morphed into the form of another person.
Percy was seeing a replica of himself.
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If you know the first part of the note by Wellington, you know it.
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