All people could say was he was a hero.

They burned his body in a sea green fire as they chanted on about how he won their wars and fought bravely. About how he was one of the most powerful demigod, fought Titans and giants in the name of Olympus. How he kept a sense of purpose through four years of purposeless fighting. They went on about how even after the wars, the fighting, the endless cycle of death a vengeance, he still lived his life as if fate had no control over him.

They all mourned the fallen hero, the savior of Olympus, the man who turned down immortality for love. Then there was a young woman of 23 in the crowd, she was mourning for her fiance.

Everyone thought they knew the hero, the son of Poseidon, but what did they know? Did they know of the guilt that crushed down on his shoulders every time one of his friends were taken away from him to soon? Did they know of the regrets he had of every decision, every quest, every lie and truth told? Did they know of the constant nightmares, almost every night that haunted him? Did they know he woke up screaming, his memories playing over and over, trying to catch up to him?

They would say that every demigod had nightmares, regrets, guilt, but when did they hold the world on there shoulders? When did they stare down some of the worst monsters, immortal beings and inner demons with an inner defiance that couldn't be tamed?

The woman collapsed to the ground with horrible sobs racking through her. She knew him, she knew the weight he held, the weight they held together. She loved him with all her heart and mind, hopelessly devoted to the dope. He was her tree that grounded her, cushioned her every time she fell. He carried her through hell and fought by her side the entire way.

As the green flames burned his corpse covered in a deep blue Poseidon banner all she could do was sob. She felt unstable, unbalanced, she lost her center, her core. She was falling, spiraling out of control, but no one was there to catch her, cushion her landing. She was alone

She felt hug her around the shoulders and whisper 'it's OK' in her ear but it only made her cries of agony more thunderous. It wasn't ok, nothing was ok, it wouldn't ever be ok. Everything was spiraling out of control, they had no control over fate, and her fiance was foolish to think so. He had such blind faith that he could change things, he could save everything and everyone, that he forgot he didn't change a thing, the fates wove their future before they did.

The young hero thought they could have a happy ending, they would live in peace, but it was never up to them. The fates had screwed them over once again, why was fate so cruel?

The seas were chaotic and explosive, crashing ships against rocks and forming violent hurricanes in mourn for a loving son.

The sky's were overcast, threatening to break over and pour it's contents on to New York in grief of a defiant hero, and a strong nephew.

Shadows seemed to scream out and loom over even the brightest of places, making everything dull and dark as a new soul joined Elysium.

Next to the young woman stood an older woman who seemed to wear a strong expression, but it didn't fool anyone, her eyes were too broken. I mean what mom would think her son would die before her?

It wasn't supposed to happen like this, they were supposed to live the rest of lives and die as old people. The new college graduates had their whole life ahead of them, now it was cut short by unfair circumstances. Ha, fair, nothing was ever fair. Of life was fair would she be there suffocating on her own sobs, struggling to take a breath?

She couldn't breath, everyone was so close, she gasped trying to catch a breath between each sob. She wanted to curl up on herself and cry herself to sleep. She felt so weak breaking down in front of everyone, but she didn't really care, all she could think about was his smile.

Her fiance had a mischievous grin that pulled you in deep, by the time she looked at him, really looked, she couldn't get away if she tried. All she wanted to do was forget her pain, forget his windswept raven black hair and the strike to her heart the memory caused, but she never wanted to forget. She didn't want to forget their love, their bond, they had gone through the worst and came out damaged, but they were damaged together.

She opened her eyes and stared at her ring, tears streaming freely down her face. It was beautiful, a lateral work of the gods. The base was imperial gold mixed with swirls of celestial bronze and Olympic silver, so it was a mash of shinning colors. There was two diamonds sitting on top of Imperial gold prongs, one sea green and one a deep grey, almost back. These were surrounded by clear white gems in a figure 8 to represent infinity, forever. It wasn't forever, it was two months.

It was a bit cliché, if you think about it, an infinite love cut short, the next Romeo and Juliet. Only in this story Juliet promised Romeo that she wouldn't come to soon. She was damned to the rest of her life in sorrow, waiting for the next life to come. She also promised that she would move on, how on Gaea was she supposed to do that? Just move on and forget him, she just couldn't do that, she would rather die cold and alone than betray his memory.

It was a beautiful tragedy, written by the fates. Her life a story for everyone to read, picking at every detail and every line finding what the moral was and what it was that made her tick. This was a beautiful tragedy, a tale told by her friends and family as they watched her fall, all they did was watch.

They watched as she sobbed, heart wrenching cries, they tried to help, comfort her but it was no good, everywhere she went she saw him. She wished she would forget but she never wanted to forget.

Soon after the ceremony, everyone started to file out, many gave there condolences, some didn't even know him, just knew his story. Even when they told there condolences, it didn't really help, her gaze held so much pain, simple words of grief would not help. After a while she was the only one there, sitting curled up on the ground in the middle of the camps graveyard, still weeping for her lost love.

Even in an empty grave yard everything was crowded, to familiar, she couldn't stay here. Every turn she took made her think of the hero and the moments that they shared. Camp was home, but she needed to start somewhere new. Inside the protections walls she was suffocating, trying to breath air that was stale and left a bad taste in her mouth. She stay, she had to leave, leave camp, leave this graveyard.

"I love you Seaweed Brain." She croaked out in despair, her curly blond hair blowing freely in the brisk wind. The young woman walked up to the tombstone monument with no energy, she didn't have any energy left. Stopping in front of it and dropping down to her knees she traced the name written out in bold lettering. 'PERCY JACKSON'.

One final tear slipped down her face before she wiped it furiously with the sleeves of her black dress. She stood up slowly and made her way out of the graveyard. Exiting camp, the blond hid her face as several people gave her pitying, she didn't need any pity, it would fix anything.

She pulled out of the camps parkway in a silver Lamborghini, speeding away from half blood hill without a destination on mind. Everyone would most likely look for her, but she didn't care, she wasn't going back to that place.

She used to not like cars, they were too much technology, it would attract too many monsters. Now she thought of cars as a sense of freedom, driving, even if she doesn't  know where shes going, she feels a rush that distracts her, she really needed a distraction.

She went down several farm roads, going as fast as possible for what seemed like hours weaving in and out of cities and the countryside. Her mind was slowed and her heartbeat was calm as she sped past streetlights. That was until she saw the sign, 'Now Entering Gotham', her heart skipped a beat and her breath hitched, she was thorough distracted.

---FLASHBACK---

A eight year old girl had tears in her eyes as she saw her brother packing his camp clothes into a large suitcase. She didn't understand why he was leaving, only that her favorite person at camp was going to be gone, and he wasn't coming back.

"What do you mean your not coming back to camp?" The young girls voice quivered slightly and she looked up at her brother with owl eyes. Her brother dropped down to her level and pulled her into a hug, kidding the top of her head.

"Anny... I'm 18 now, I have to go to collage, you know I've always wanted to design things." The young child nodded but still didn't really understand why he did not want to visit her. Wouldn't he miss them? His family?

"But why can't you come back to camp?" She asked again, she loved her brother, she didn't want to lose him.

"Look it's complicated, let's just say I'm not really wanted here anymore." She hugged him tighter as he started to release her and he let her hang on for a moment longer before standing up. He sipped up his suitcase and drug it around to where he stood in front of his still hopeful little sister.

"Bruce promise me that this isn't goodbye forever." The words came out as more of a whimper. "I don't want to lose you forever, I already lost Thalia Luke is not the same as he was, your the only one who cares about me here." Her brother dropped down and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"That's not true, I can't promise anything but I hope this is not goodbye forever, If it is i'm sorry." The older child of Athena dropped his head down and sighed." Anny, I'm not the only one who cares about you at camp, Luke cares alot, so does everyone in the Athena cabin. You just have to make knew friends. You'll forget about me in no time." The young child shook her head defiantly.

"Why would I want to forget you? Your everything to me." Bruce thought for a moment before pulling out a slip of paper. She eyed confused, It stated and bunch of random names and numbers.
"What is this?"

"My address, maybe when your older you can visit. I don't want this to be goodbye either, I love you Annie." The younger girl crushed her brother into a hug and he chuckled. He stood up once more and made his way to the door, but not before turning back and saying one last thing.

"Remember what defines us is how well we rise after falling." With that the young man walked out the door, leaving his still hopeful eight year old sister in tears.

"Don't you forget about me either  Bruce."

---FLASHBACK OVER---

She blinked away the tears that had formed in my eyes, how could she forget him. She might have been in the midst of wars and had prophecies, but that was now excuse, they had been at peace for five years.

She remembered memorizing the address to where it was burned into the back of her mind, 1007 mountain drive, Gotham, New Jersey.

Without hesitation she slammed her foot onto the gas petal and zoomed off towards the manor. She was shaking in anticipation and fear, how was she going to greet him? Oh I know we haven't spoken in 15 years but we can talk now. She wiped my eyes with my sleeves, still in the black dress she wore the day before.

She arrived at the manor around 7 at night, staring up at the gorgeous piece of architecture. It was like an 18th century architecture design, like a castle mixed with a neoclassical support system. Not bad Bruce, not bad at all.

She got out of her Lamborghini and leaned against the side for a while trying to decide what to do. What if this was all a mistake? What if he won't want to see her?

Finally she said screw it and started walking towards the door. She hesitated, but finally got the courage and the doorbell rang out through the home.

Oh what a beautiful tragedy.

What will rise from the ashes?