Okay, so this is just a kinda short introductory chapter, I hope you like it! Also, this story was requested by and dedicated to 2625SnowQueen

"No, no, no, no, no," Percy cried as she applied pressure to the wound on her best friends stomach. "Annabeth, please don't leave me. Don't do this to me, please."

Hot tears fell from her eyes like there was no tomorrow. Percy didn't care about all the demigods and gods watching them. She didn't care about the awful smell. She didn't care for anything accept Annabeth. She didn't care for that they won, that Gaea was defeated, no she really didn't care. She didn't see victory, only casualties. It should've been me, Percy thought.

"D-don't bl-blame your-yourself Se-Seaweed Brain, and- and promis-promise me that- that yo-you won't fo-follow me th-there."

"I-I promise," Percy cried. "I swear it on River Styx."

"G-good, we-we'll see each oth-other later," Annabeth said, a small smile gracing her lips. "Goodbye, Seaweed Brain."

And with those words she went limp in Percy's arms, her eyes glazed over and her skin paled. She was gone. "No! Please, Annabeth!"

Percy started shaking her, as if she was only asleep.

"Wise Girl, wake up, you can't be gone, no!"

Percy moved two fingers to Annabeths neck. It was cold, unnaturally cold. She waited and waited, but she never felt anything. No pulse, no heartbeat. Percy knee deep down that Annabeth was gone, there was no way to bring her back, but she just didn't really understand it. Annabeth had always been there for her, through all the battles and adventures and now she was just... gone.

Even though she was dead, Annabeth blood only kept flowing. Percy was utterly blood soaked from both Annabeths and her own wounds. Her once orange shirt was now a reddish orange. Her jeans were wet, not water but blood. Her entire body felt numb. The only emotions she felt were sorrow, sadness and loss. "No... you can't be gone."

She looked down at the corpse of her best friend again and all she saw was the lifeless form of her best friend, which was exactly what it was. Her skin was pale, so pale. Her once analyzing gray eyes were glazed over, lifeless. Her blonde hair was a mess, tangled and some areas blood crusted.

Then she looked around the battle field. Casualties lay everywhere. Most corpses were recognizable, but Percy wished they weren't. She saw Piper and Jason laying close to each other. Piper had three long claw marks over her face and even more over the rest of her body and Jason, gods, he was worse than Piper. He had a lot more claw marks over his body, that and many other types of wounds. Hazel lay on the ground, face facing the sky. She had a huge rock shard sticking out of her chest. A few meters away Frank lay. All that remained of the piece of wood were ashes. Leo lay under a large rock, a rock that had crushed him. Nico lay on the other side of the battle field, he had too been burned alive. Many other demigods littered the battlefield, demigods of all ages. It was heartbreaking for Percy, if it weren't for the gods, would these people grown up and had happy families? She'd never know since they're dead now.
Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. She kept repeating it in her head, what did it really mean? Just that someone didn't breathe? Or that they weren't present in this world or their body? What did it truly mean? What did it mean for those who are dead? What did it mean for her? What did it mean for gods? What did it mean for Gaea? What did it mean for the Titans? What did it mean for mortals? What did it mean for children? What did it mean for adults?

What had it meant for Annabeth?