A lone figure sat in the sand of the beach at Camp Half-Blood as the morning sun shined onto the calm waters.

The figure sighed, having been staying up all night was finally taking a toll on him. Though, it wasn't just the night before, but many nights for many weeks now. Since the battle with Nyx's creation, he hasn't been the same.

He was Perseus and died, he came back after death in rebirth and was Percy Jackson.

He sighed again, rubbing his face to relieve his tired eyes. He remembers this. Remembers the long and tiring days and nights leading the other Guardians and watching for Artemis and her Hunters.

In both of his lives, he never really got a break. Yes, it helped that there were other guardians, but he never could open up to them.

Yes, he has talked with Artemis and was-is?-close to her, but he cannot really explain to her this feeling that he keeps feeling...and the question of who he was;

Who was he? Perseus or Percy Jackson?

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, trying his hardest to keep his tears at bay.

How did it end up like this...? Why can't things be normal, for once!

That is all that Perseus asks, that is all he wants.

Where was his peace?

Not going to happen...

He laughed bitterly. Perseus was conflicted, and many have noticed, even Artemis wishes for her guardian to be as he used to be. But which of his self, she really didn't know.

It all comes down to;

How did it all come to this?

Let's start at the beginning...hopefully that will help things...

~MsPenguingirl1234.

Published: March 11, 2017.