The day that Annabeth Chase died, Frederick Chase received a call from Percy, demanding to find out where she was. He didn’t know.
The day Annabeth Chase died, Percy Jackson stormed to the underworld, wracked with grief.
The day Annabeth Chase died, Percy Jackson rang up an old Friend. Nico di Angelo shook his head and broke the news.
The day Annabeth Chase died, Percy Jackson went down to the Underworld and demanded to see Hades. He couldn’t do anything.
The day Annabeth Chase died, five demigods met up for the first time in years. The last time they had met was because of Jason’s. Now it was Annabeth’s.
The day Annabeth Chase died, a hunter cried for the first time in years. Thalia couldn’t take the news. First Luke now Annabeth.
The day Annabeth Chase died, was the day Malcolm Pace stopped smiling. He used to smile and was happy, but that was all gone. His sister who had cared for him and taught him so much, was gone. He shut himself in his cabin for days, coming out only to eat.
The day Annabeth Chase died, Chiron locked himself away, into the big house. He cancelled everything and barely ate. When the campers saw him again, he was tired, eyes puffy and red from crying.
The day Annabeth Chase died, an old friend was thrown into a state of despair. He had not talked to her for a long time but still loved her so much. They had been best friends, inseparable. No matter what Juniper did, Grover still kept crying.
The day Annabeth Chase died, Percy Jackson stormed up to Olympus, angry at the gods, angry that they had let that happen.
The day that Annabeth Chase died, Athena finally knew how much Percy loved her daughter.
The day Annabeth Chase died, a man lost his wife, a dozen lost their best friend, hundreds lost their friend, two camps lost a warrior, Olympus lost an architect, and the world lost a hero.
But the day Annabeth Chase died, she rejoiced. She was ready to learn more in the Underworld.
The day Percy Jackson died, Chiron tried to ring up Sally Jackson, but he got no reply.
The day Percy Jackson died, four demigods met up again. Once it was Jason, then it was Annabeth. Now it was Percy.
The day Percy Jackson died, Estelle Jackson was in a flurry of panic, unable to contact her brother. She ran to camp and Chiron let her in. She couldn’t stop crying.
The day Percy Jackson died, Poseidon cried for the first time. He was his only recent demigod child, and he was gone.
The day Percy Jackson died, Hestia broke down. The campfire wavered, as one of the demigods who had always chatted with her was gone.
The day Percy Jackson died, Chiron cancelled all classes for a week. He was in too much pain.
The day Percy Jackson died, another died too. Grover left two beautiful children with Juniper as he died in his sleep, from the empathy link. He became a laurel.
The day Percy Jackson died, Tyson was in grief. He hadn’t seen his brother for the longest time and now he was gone. He was inconsolable and would not smile.
The day Percy Jackson died, the monsters attacked the camp, seeing as it was a time of weakness. They barely came out alive.
The day Percy Jackson died, Clarisse finally missed her old frenemy. She missed his annoying face, which was very surprising, but that fact made it all worse.
The day Percy Jackson died, Leo Valdez nearly burnt down camp. He was too emotional and his raging grief and pain got out of control.
The day Percy Jackson died, a girl and a cyclops lost thier brother, a group of best friends became smaller, a pair of camps lost a fighter, another man died too, and the world became a little bit less safe, from losing not one but two heroes.
But the day Percy Jackson died, he was all smiles, as he could see his wife, once again.
The day Piper McLean died, the world turned upside down for Tristan Mclean.
The day Piper McLean died, Lacy bawled her eyes out. Piper had always been an inspiration to her but now she was gone.
The day Piper McLean died, Leo Valdez was heartbroken. Piper was his best friend, his first ever demigod friend, the one he went on every quest with, the one he would play pranks on people with.
The day Piper McLean died, Aphrodite wept the death of a hero for the first time in a long while. Her daughter, the one who brought glory to her name, was dead.
The day Piper McLean died, Hazel Levesque felt a hole in her heart. Her best friend, who would laugh with her about the boys bad habits and taught her how to control the most, was gone. And it hurt so much.
The day Piper McLean died, Reyna was wracked with pain. The girl she spent so long despising but ended up being friends with and sharing secrets with wasn’t there anymore.
The day Piper McLean died, Leo Valdez left camp to stay in bunker nine. He hid out there for about a week or so, refusing to see anyone except for Calypso.
The day Piper McLean died, Nico di Angelo felt empty inside, like he was back in the bronze jar.
The day Piper McLean died, the Aphrodite cabin made the prettiest funeral pyre ever. They cried so much even their waterproof makeup was smudged.
The day Piper McLean died, Chiron’s heart ached. Although she wasn’t his favourite camper, she still affected him a lot and he liked her very much.
The day Piper McLean died, Frank cried until his eyes were puffy. He wasn’t ready to lose another friend.
The day Piper McLean died, a cabin lost a head counsellor, a once big friend group was down to a trio, a man lost his best friend ever, two camps mourned the loss of someone who brought them together, and the world lost yet another hero.
But the day Piper McLean died, she was exhilarated. She was finally able to see the love of her life again.
The day Frank Zhang died, Reyna dialled the Zhang family home, but there was no reply.
The day Frank Zhang died, Nico di Angelo felt like his heart was being crushed. Frank Zhang, the love of his sister’s life, the person who saved him from being corn forever, was dead.
The day Frank Zhang died, Tyson lost another ‘brother’. He wasn’t even able to say goodbye.
The day Frank Zhang died, Reyna never felt more alone. She had lost yet another praetor and another friend. She had to lead the camp alone to mourn his death, and nearly broke down in front of everyone.
The day Frank Zhang died, Vitellius felt bad for criticising his armor and calling him (and the other archers) wimps. He regretted that he wasn’t nicer to him because he died a hero’s death.
The day Frank Zhang died, Hazel Levesque blamed herself. Her husband’s death was her fault.
The day Frank Zhang died, Hazel Levesque broke down. She knew his death was her fault and the fact killed her. She didn’t want to know that she indirectly killed her husband.
The day Frank Zhang died, as a centurion it was gruelling for her to walk next to Reyna when she had to lead the fifth cohort.
The day Frank Zhang died, Hazel Levesque wanted to turn back time. She wished she had been more careful with the firewood and didn’t lose it so near the fire.
The day Frank Zhang died, Hazel Levesque regretted not placing the firewood somewhere safe. Her foolish mistake cost her her husband’s life.
The day Frank Zhang died, Hazel Levesque didn’t want to remember how the firewood had fell out of her pocket too near to a flame and how his face showed the pain of being burnt to ashes. She didn’t want to remember the shock she felt when she realised that the firewood wasn’t in her pocket but on the floor, catching fire. She didn’t want to remember how she ran forwards trying to pick it up and save it, only to have it turn into ashes in her hands. She didn’t want to remember turning around and not seeing her husband, but a pile of ashes. She didn’t want to remember his scream, ringing in her ears.
The day Frank Zhang died, a legion lost a praetor, a cohort lost a member, a trio was down to two, a woman lost her husband, dozens lost a friend, two camps lost a fighter and the world lost one more hero.
But the day Frank Zhang died, he was all smiles. He could see his mother again.
The day Hazel Levesque died, Thanatos solemnly reported her death to Pluto, who didn’t want her to go. He had grown attached to his daughter over the years but knew this day would come.
The day Hazel Levesque died, Dakota drank more kool-aid than he ever had in a day. He was affected by Hazel’s death, having stood for her, and regretted not becoming closer friends with her.
The day Hazel Levesque died, Will Solace had a grim face. He knew she was dead, and he knew she had meant the world to Nico. He wished he could have done something, anything. He remembered that Reyna had gotten Nico to shadow travel her to camp a few days before because her chest was aching. Will didn’t find anything wrong with her, and now he blamed himself. She was an amazing person, but now she was dead.
The day Hazel Levesque died, Leo Valdez suffered. Hazel was one of the kindest people he ever knew. She was the first to hear about his crush on Calypso and was even kind enough to help him draw her. She was the nicest, and never ever turned down an opportunity to help a friend. She was one of the best friends he could ever have but now she was gone.
The day Hazel Levesque died, Lou Ellen was hurt inside. She missed Hazel, the person who helped her to learn how to completely master the mist. They didn’t spend a lot of time together, however, Lou still appreciated the effort Hazel put in to help her with the mist.
The day Hazel Levesque died, Reyna was in pain. She didn’t know the centurion very well, but it was still hard for her to go through Hazel’s death, and had a very hard time having to lead the fifth cohort before they chose a new centurion.
The day Hazel Levesque died, Nico di Angelo was sparring when he felt a strong ache in his heart. He recognised it from once before, when Bianca died. He fell to the floor. Hazel was dead.
The day Hazel Levesque died, Nico di Angelo felt terrible. He blamed himself for her death. He was so busy serving Hades and spending time with Will that he didn’t even bother checking in with his own sister. He felt like he was the reason she died of heartbreak.
The day Hazel Levesque died, Nico di Angelo locked himself in his cabin. It was his fault, he told himself. He blamed himself for her death. He wasn’t watching out for her. He was so occupied with his own activities that he didn’t even try to look out for her. It was his fault.
The day Hazel Levesque died, Nico di Angelo refused to eat. He felt like he was undeserving of food. It took the Stolls a day to pick the locks in his on his door, but by then, he had passed out on the floor, in a self-induced a shadow coma. He didn’t want to wake up. Heck, he didn’t care if he faded into the shadows, it was better than living with knowing that he could have saved his sister but didn’t.
The day Hazel Levesque died, Nico di Angelo went catatonic. He didn’t want to speak after waking up from the shadow coma. It just hurt too much. The feelings were overwhelming and stole his voice. “It’s all your fault. It’s your fault.” He knew it wasn’t but it felt like it. Everything hurt. It was his fault.
The day Hazel Levesque died, Calypso’s heart ached. She hadn’t know Hazel for a long time and wasn’t able to spend a lot of time with her. She had helped Leo with his feelings, and without her, he might never have had gone to find her again on Ogygia. The two of them were similar, having come from another time. They would have learnt about modern technology together ad even gone shopping in malls. However, all the plans were cut short because of Hazel’s untimely death. Now Calypso would never have anyone with her when she learns about modern technology and the 21st century.
The day Hazel Levesque died, a legion lost a centurion, a cohort lost a member, a duo was down to one, a brother lost his sister and himself, dozens lost a friend, two camps lost a warrior and the world became a bit more unsafe, with only one last Hero of Olympus.
But the day Hazel Levesque died, she was exuberant. She would be able to see her husband, her friends and an old lover.
The day Leo Valdez died, Chiron felt emptier than he had ever felt before. He knew it would happen, but it hurt nonetheless. The final of the seven heroes of Olympus was dead. He wanted to lock himself in the Big House like he did when Annabeth died, but he knew that he needed to lead the camp, after it had lost yet another of it’s best heroes.
The day Leo Valdez died, Harley broke down. His older brother was dead. He had tried so hard to find him when he thought he was dead the first time, and wanted to try again. But he knew, unlike the first time, without the physician’s cure, Leo would not be coming back.
The day Leo Valdez died, Nyssa Barrera felt pain like never before. Leo was dead, actually dead, and would stay dead this time. She knew the Hephaestus cabin would never be the same, without him to crack jokes and make everyone, even her, laugh.
The day Leo Valdez died, Nyssa Barrera let her walls down and burst into tears. As unlike her as that was, she felt such pain upon hearing about Leo’s death. She knew she shouldn’t cry in front of the cabin, as she was supposed to be the next head counsellor, but she did so anyway, being unable to keep it all in anymore.
The day Leo Valdez died, Will Solace knew he wouldn’t come back ever again. Leo was so nice and funny and only meant the best. With him gone, there would be no one to tell him puns while he worked in the infirmary anymore.
The day Leo Valdez died, Reyna was upset. She was never that close to him, and even hated him at one point in time, but nonetheless, she was affected by his death. There would be no one left to crack jokes to lighten the mood when the two camps meet up anymore.
The day Leo Valdez died, Nico di Angelo mourned. He felt it, like he did the first time. It hit him much harder, as he knew deep down that he would not be coming back. He could still visit him in Elysium, but he knew no one else would be able to, not even Leo’s siblings.
The day Leo Valdez died, Calypso felt a deep pain in her heart. She knew this day would come, sooner or later, but she didn’t expect it to happen so soon.
The day Leo Valdez died, Calypso wove an intricate shroud for him. It hurt her to let him go, as it was a painful reminder of all the other heroes that had left her during her time on Ogygia. Calypso was numb with pain. The one hero that did the impossible and saved her from being stuck on that wretched island was dead. He had done so much to try and save her, and now she would do the same.
The day Leo Valdez died, Calypso went up to Olympus, to try to see if the selfish gods would be able to help her. She knew they would probably be useless; after all, they’d trapped her on an island for thousands of years.
The day Leo Valdez died, the gods denyed a child of Atlas’ request. They couldn’t let anyone bring Leo back from the dead, he’d already came back from the dead one time too many, and the fates had snipped the yarn right in front of them.
The day Leo Valdez died, Calypso mourned like never before. She used to mourn for every hero she lost, but it was nothing compared to how she mourned the love of her long long life. He was the reason she was there, he had helped her have the opportunity to start over. And she wasn’t going to waste it.
The day Leo Valdez died, a camp lost a hero and hope, a girl lost her saviour, a cabin lost a counsellor, some siblings lost a brother, two camps lost a joker, so many lost a friend, and the world became unsafe again, with no more heroes of Olympus.
But day Leo Valdez died, he was at the top of the world. He was able to go for monthly Argo II parties again.
The day Jason Grace died, Artemis was charged with the task of delivering solemn news to her favourite lieutenant. She did not know the boy very well, but knew Thalia cared for him greatly, and dreaded telling her sister about their brother’s death.
The day Jason Grace died, Thalia Grace cried for the second time. The first time she had truly bawled her eyes out was when her mother left Jason at the Wolf House at age two. Now, she felt the pain of losing him yet another time, this time knowing he would never come back. She had lost her brother for so many years, when she finally saw him again, she tried to spend more time with him, and they became as close as peas in a pod. Now her brother was dead, and would never come back.
The day Jason Grace died, Percy Jackson mourned. He and Jason were close friends, having bonded while on the Argo. He regretted the fact that he and Jason weren’t close when they first met, he even had a small rivalry with him. Nevertheless, Percy missed his bro, with whom, he had, according to Annabeth, a ‘budding bromance’. Jason was kind, and most definitely did not deserve to die, but the three sisters had made their decision. Jason was never coming back, his bro was gone.
The day Jason Grace died, Annabeth Chase felt empty. She had distrusted Jason for quite a while on the quest, thinking that he was too perfect––in looks and behaviour. She had expected him to betray them at first, and regretted the distrust she had harboured against the Son of Jupiter. He had definitely saved her life at least once on the quest. He was honourable and strong, but also dead.
The day Jason Grace died, Hazel Levesque was upset. She was not as affected by his death as Percy and Nico, after all, she hadn’t really known him well before he disappeared. She missed him anyway, he had been soft-spoken and humble during the journey on the Argo II. Although she wasn’t the closest to him, she had admired his confidence, and personally found him quite sweet. But now thinking of him made her feel helpless, as even the most honourable of warriors was dead.
The day Jason Grace died, Frank Zhang cried. He had always admired the son of Jupiter, as he had a good sense of honour, and a very strong moral compass. They didn’t talk much during their time on the Argo II, but Frank still mourned his friend. In his opinion, Jason did not deserve to die, but when did the fates care about demigods’ opinions.
The day Jason Grace died, Nico di Angelo was aching. He knew when Jason died, he felt a stark hurt within his chest. Jason was the kindest person, the most accepting. When they had encountered Cupid, Jason had understood him and he had even kept his secret and waited until Nico was okay to tell the rest of the seven. He felt empty, like when he had been in the Bronze jar. When it was revealed that one of the seven had to die, he was worried about Jason. When he survived, Nico couldn’t deny it, he was grateful. But now, he was dead. It was expected to happen, sooner or later, as demigods normally had short lives. Nico just didn’t expect it to happen so soon.
The day Jason Grace died, Leo Valdez let his calm, humorous facade crumble. Jason was dead, Blonde Superman was dead. He hadn’t even seen Jason, since his sacrifice to save Gaea, and now he had gone without letting him say goodbye. The fates were cruel, twisted. Leo would have given anything to save Jason, even his own life. Jason supported him and was so kind to him. Even when Leo had attacked Camp Jupiter due to eidolons, Jason had never blamed Leo. He wished he could have another day, hour or even second with Jason, if that meant that he could say goodbye. But it was too late. Lightning Boy was gone.
The day Jason Grace died, Piper McLean had a hole in her heart. Jason was dead. Her sparky was gone. Piper repeated to herself that Jason was not dead. She refused to believe that her ex-boyfriend was gone, and regretted breaking up with him. She missed him so much.
The day Jason Grace died, Piper McLean’s spirit finally broke. She was tired of this, tired of it all. She wished that she hadn’t broken up with him. She was in love with him from the moment he saved her at the Grand Canyon. Piper wanted to fall on her knees, and die. She wanted to mourn and mourn, but she couldn’t. That was not the life of a hero. She knew it wasn’t her fault. But she knew whose fault it truly was.
The day Jason Grace died, Piper McLean filled the hole in her heart with anger. It was all Apollo’s fault. He had asked Jason to come along on the quest. Without Apollo, Jason would have remained in his dorm room, planning playing cards and shrines for minor gods, and she would be safe and sound with her father, not on the beach kneeling over the remains of her dead ex-boyfriend. It was all Apollo’s fault.
The day Jason Grace died, Piper McLean let emotions cloud her head. She was a child of the goddess of love, and had prided herself on not letting her emotions get to her head. But love and hate were so similar, her passion for Jason turned into passion against Apollo. She had harboured up so much anger against him. Why couldn’t they save him? Why not find the Physician’s cure again, why not open the doors of death to let him out? Anger clouded her mind, blurring the line between right and wrong. She missed him so so much, and just wanted him back. But time cannot be reversed, and neither can death.
The day Jason Grace died, a legion lost an ex-praetor, a cohort lost a member, the fates started eroding the seven, a hunter mourned like never before, dozens lost a friend, the dove and the forge lost their friend, two camps lost a warrior and the world became a bit more unsafe, with the loss of a hero of Olympus.
But the day Jason Grace died, he smiled a small smile. He had given himself up for a noble reason and would now be able to watch over the seven. Besides, he had lots of heroes to meet.
ported this to my ao3!
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