~Percy~

I lashed out once more, my fist, heavily wrapped at the knuckles, continued to pound into the sand bag in front of me. I personally loved the training arena in Camp Half-Blood, definitely better then a mortal gym. The equipment was more durable here, and the lava climbing wall was very effective.

This was also how I relieved myself of stress. Ever since the War with Gaea, I just haven't been myself.

I sighed as I recalled this fact. I lost any and all hope of being my easy-going self after the Giant War. It was as though a part of me had been ripped away, and replaced by the cold hard reality of being a demigod.

Even after defeating Gaea, things never fell back into place like the first "Great Prophecy". Many had grieved, and still do, over the loses of family and friends. Me, being one of them.

The seven had been reduced to the three in the War. The survivors being Me, Leo, and Hazel, after the rest gave their lives to the gods of Olympus.

It still haunts me. The memory of my Wise girl, otherwise known as Annabeth Chase, falling to the ground, her face smeared with the blood of her friends, as she watched them die around her. We had never had a proper goodbye, as I hadn't gotten to her before she... left. Still, I remember the flicker of pain behind her eyes, as she stared into mine from across the battle field. I had broken my promise to her. We had been separated, and it had all happened because I hadn't gotten to her quick enough...

I felt fresh tears spring to my eyes, as I remembered her startling grey eyes, the way they had sparkled whenever she would talk about architecture.

I recalled her beautiful blonde curls, normally tied up in a lose ponytail, waving in the wind, as she stared up at me, her smile more dazzling then that of Apollo's.

Even now, after three months, I still have trouble believing she's actually gone. Her memories are to vivid to be gone, and yet to good to be true. She was my soul mate. I travel through Tartarus and back, just so I wouldn't be separated from her again. And now, while her soul floats in the sacred lands of Elysium, cling to the hope that one day, the Fates will let me have my peace, so that one day, I will be reunited with my other half.

I was utterly broken, and now, as tears dripple down my cheeks in tiny streams, and sobs rack their way through my body, I can truly comprehend the intensity of the scars I shall bear till I come face-to-face with the Fates themselves.

I hadn't stopped punching the sand bag, and now, as I came back to shocking reality, I realized I had broken yet another piece of training equipment with my ill-tempered self. So, hey, what better time for Chiron to walk by, then when my fist is embedded in a punching bag? Owned by him, I might add.

The slow clop of hooves against cobble stone signaled the arrive of the day old centaur known as Chiron. Well, that and the not-so-silent sigh that escapes his lips every time he sees me break another piece of his equipment.

I didn't turn around, as Chiron came to put a hand on my shoulder. Despite the knowledge that this was rude, I just couldn't face Chiron, or anyone for that matter, right now. Not when the possibility of losing my temper is still very well alive.

"Percy, my boy, perhaps it is time you got a little rest. It can't be healthy, staying up this late." Chiron then turned his attention to the steadily growing pile of sand by my feet before adding, "Even if you are training."

I sighed, remembering the days when the harpies would be the ones to ensure no stayed up too late. After Mr. D was relieved of his duties here at Camp, Chiron had taken over, making his first priority getting rid of the Carnivorous Harpies.

I didn't reply, as I turned to the exit of the training arena. I had nothing to say, after all. I couldn't make anyone understand, nor did I really want to weigh them with the burden, of knowing exactly why I woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in a cold sweat, and scream my throat out, to the point where I would soon be coughing up blood.

The Fates were cruel, and that was simply the truth of it all.

~3rd Person~

Chiron watched dismay, as Perseus Jackson walked out of the training arena, shoulders slumped, and tears streaking his eyes. It was heart wrenching, watching the young son of Poseidon continue to live his life in such sorrow. He never talked about what he felt, though jt was clear to anyone that laid eyes upon him, that he was broken. It was as if the savior of Olympus had finally buckled under the weight of depression that filled his life.

And with good reason.

The old centaur could imagine the things Percy must be telling himself at this moment, regarding the deaths of over half of the seven saviors in which he had shared his hard fought war with. Knowing him, it could never be good.

Chiron's hooves raped over the cold surface in which he stood on, as he walked out of the training arena, and back into the warmth of the big house. It was midnight now, and although the bright silver moon shining brilliantly in the starry night sky, and the soft cool breeze of a Summer night comforting, Chiron's only desire at this moment was of to get a long needed peaceful sleep.

His sleep may not have been as peaceful if he had known the true extent of the War's effect on Percy Jackson. It hadn't been just a few tears shed, or a couple of long sorrowful talks with the ones that shared his pain, but rather something much deeper. His nightmares were not of the future, as he had experienced during his time on the Argo II, but rather of the past, as though the Fates choose to make the poor teenager relive the deaths of his companions. Over, and over again...