The Camp fire was lower than it ever was before. It was lower than the time during the two Wars and after the two Wars.

The fire was totally black with a tinge of blue which represented how all the campers were feeling, which was sad and empty.

They gathered at the beach where the sea was a dull greenish grey colour and there were no waves or ripples, making the water seem stagnant.

All the campers had their eyes filled with tears or tears were already rolling down their cheeks. Each time a camper went up to make their speech, their lower lip trembled as their body shook from their tears.

Grover made his way up to the podium, his whole body trembling. He quickly wiped away some tears and adjusted the microphone height to suit him.

"Percy... Was my best friend. He was loyal, had a heart of gold and treasured and loved everyone in his life. I remember so clearly, the first time I met him. He already saved my life.

This girl in Yancy Academy, Nancy, stuffed me into my locker right after school ended just because I walked and talked funny apparently.

The locker was tight and there was very little oxygen in there so after a while, I started to choke. I remembered that when I was gasping for air, clawing at my throat, the door suddenly opened.

And there, stood Percy.

Even though he didn't even know me, he helped me out of the locker and asked me if I was okay. He had apparently 'sensed' a body inside the locker I was in so he managed to pick the lock to open the locker.

Immediately I knew he was a demigod, I could smell his scent. It was stronger than Thalia's. When he asked me who locked me in the lock, I told him it was Nancy Bobofit.

The next day, Nancy somehow lost all her clothes and they were replaced by Barbie pyjamas, which she had no choice to wear." Grover smiled, recalling the memory as small chuckles were heard from everyone.

"He was my best friend, always there for me when I needed him but I wasn't there for him when he needed me the most. And that will be the biggest regret I've ever made in my life." Grover sniffled, chewing on his bottom lip.

"He wasn't my best friend, he was my brother, my hero. Always will and always be. May he get into Elysium..." Grover whimpered, tears rolling down his cheek. He quickly made his way off the podium, making his way to his seat next to Juniper.

Every camper had already said something for they all treasured and loved Percy. He was their hero, their brother and their leader.

Each and every demigod had something to say about him.

An Aphrodite male camper was grateful to Percy for teaching him that he should ignore all teases about him being girly and just be himself.

A small Son of Hermes, no bigger than 5 years old, was grateful to Percy for helping him get to Camp and away from his abusive mother.

A daughter of Ares was grateful to Percy for saving her life from an army of monsters despite having made fun of him being a mummy's boy.

The speeches continued, every camper grateful for Percy one way or another. But most of all, they all thanked him for saving their lives in the two Wars. For leading them into battle despite knowing that every time he led, he might have died from protecting the Campers.

Next, Annabeth made her way up to the podium. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying everyday since she found the body.

Her blonde hair was tangled and hadn't been combed for days. Shakily, she gripped the microphone so hard that her knuckles turned white.

She visibly gulped and her eyes were filled with sadness and guilt. It was the first time anyone had ever seen the great and ever proud Annabeth Chase look so... Vulnerable.

"Percy was not only my boyfriend. He was my hero, my best friend, my shoulder to cry on, the love of my life and everything to me.

These past few months, has probably been the hardest to Percy. He left a notebook on his table, with letters written to each and every camper, and the reason why he... Decided to go."

Annabeth gave a weak smiled before opening the notebook that she brought up onto the podium.

She bit her lip and shakily said, "Hey everyone. Percy here. I know right now, you are all probably at my funeral in Camp and you all are probably blaming yourselves for my death.

Well, don't.

Don't blame yourselves, don't feel sad and don't feel guilty. Me deciding to be gone was my choice so if there's anyone to blame, it's myself.

These past two years have been hard for me. I don't know why but suddenly, everyone stopped talking to me. They all had something better to do, something more important to notice that a certain son of Poseidon was slowly breaking everyday, bit by bit.

Suddenly, no one was there.

My mum left me, she didn't want to put her new family in danger and for that, I don't blame her. She's already gone through so much pain and worry because of me. If I stayed with her any longer, I knew that I was putting my half sibling, Paul and her in danger.

Chiron stopped talking to me. I didn't blame him as well. To him, I was probably just another demigod. Besides, so many new campers were coming in so he should be spending time with them, not the son of Poseidon that was a nothing.

My friends started ignoring me. Probably because I was just a piece of nothing. And I think I am.

Poseidon didn't come and visit me, even though every other demigod was getting visited by their parents. I was probably no longer his pride and joy. Besides, he had better sons than me and he had a kingdom to manage.

But the worst of all, was Annabeth.

She stopped talking, stopped laughing, stopped smiling, stopped going on dates and stopped making memories with me. I don't know what I did to make her stop. Maybe it was just my presence, or maybe I was boring or maybe I wasn't enough for her.

The point is, it's all my fault. I just wasn't enough for all of you but I thought... You all loved me enough to at least remember my birthday. The first year, you all forgot and I just ignored it.

I deserved it.

If I wasn't ever born, the Titan War wouldn't have happened and so many people wouldn't have died. The next pages are all notes to each and every one of you. For my gratitude towards you all and all the memories we made.

I love you guys. Remember that. See you all in Elysium, even though I may not make it there.

Peace Out, Percy Jackson."

Annabeth took in a shaky breath before closing the notebook. She gave the crowd a thin smile even though all she wanted to do was break down and cry.

"The best thing we can do for Percy is to... Continue his dream. Follow it. And carry it out.

Let's all appreciate all the Gods, the minor and the major.

Let's fight for what we believe in. Our home. Our family. Our friends. Our Camp. Whatever the Fates throw at us next, Titans, turned Gods, Giants or Primordials, we have to stick together and fight for what Percy fought for."

Annabeth spoke in almost a whisper. She stepped off the podium, another set of tears welling up in her eyes. Thalia pulled her into a hug as she sat down, a sob escaping her throat.

The Gods sat at the back of the crowd, their head down, not allowing anyone to see that they were crying.

All the Gods were sad, even those who were supposedly Percy's enemies. But the God who was crying the least was surprisingly Poseidon.

He stared straight ahead, a blank look on his face. He gripped the armrest of his seat tightly, his knuckled turning white and the armrest broke after a while.

The Gods looked at him in surprise. They had expected Poseidon to be crying, tears of sorrow and sadness streaming down his face.

Instead, anger was seen in his eyes.

Everyone started to stand up and make their way to Percy's coffin. They said their thanks, how sorry they were and prayed that he would get into Elysium.

Finally, the Son of Poseidon's shroud was burned. Shades of green, blue, white and gold as the colour of his shroud.

Everyone understood why green, blue and white was used. It represented the sea, where Percy's powers came from but they silently wondered, why gold?

Only the Gods knew the answer.

Gold represented honour, it was used on the shrouds of the mightiest heroes. Hercules, Perseus, Achilles and not many other heroes had that colour on their shroud.

But, Gold represented respect. Respect to Percy Jackson. For his acts of heroism, selflessness, bravery, humbleness, kindness and defying the odds time and time again.

He was Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon and the Hero of Olympus who would be remembered forever.

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