Guy? The story's not over yet. I was just away in The Land of the Scottish Peoples. Anyway, as always, I AM NOT A DUDE CALLED RICK RIORDAN. *clears throat* I thought I had to just... you know... clear that up.

Annabeth's Eternal P.O.V.

I couldn't believe it. Percy forgave me. After all I'd done to him...

His forgiveness made me feel worse. But... at the same time, I was so thankful that he had forgiven me. Who knows what I might have done otherwise?

*four months later, and Percy has completely, 100% healed and is at CHB*

"PERCY!" "Yo, man, you're better now!" "How are you? Wait... stupid question." "Come here, bro." A ton of greetings and tears and hugs were exchanged. Percy was drowned in people, so much so, that you couldn't even see him.

I stood a few meters away, just watching. Clarisse, who had just stopped bear-hugging him, noticed me, then, pushing her sleeves up to her elbows, went, "Yo, Perce? Do you want me to knock her out for you? 'Cos I gladly will, for what she's done to you."

Percy glanced at me. "Nah, it's fine, Rissy." Rissy? They're close enough for Clarisse to let Percy call her Rissy? They must be close. Clarisse doesn't even let her boyfriend call her a nickname. "We've made up." Clarisse glared at me, before softening her gaze a fraction... like 1/1000000000000000000000000. In other words, her gaze barely changed.

"Okay, fine. But, if you want me to do anything for you, I'll do it." Clarisse turned back to Percy, and uttered words that nobody thought Clarisse was capable of saying, "You're my friend, man. I'll do anything for you."

"You heard it here first, people." Percy joked. Clarisse did something else nobody thought she could do: she grinned.

When the crowd had dispersed, after Clarisse yelling that Percy needed air if he was to continue living, I nearly ran up to Percy. "Do you seriously forgive me?"

Percy laughed. "Of course, you numpty Wise Girl." Wise Girl. He hadn't called me that in ages. It was like a foreign name. I grinned in return.

When Percy stopped laughing, I said, "No, carry on laughing, please."

Percy looked confused, "Why?"

"I haven't heard you laugh in absolutely ages, especially when I was the one who made you laugh. I can't remember the last time I made you laugh." I uttered the last sentence darkly. It was true, despite what I wanted to think.

Percy looked at me, and said, "Annabeth, you have no idea how many times I laughed in Percy's Place, just thinking of the things that you've done to make me laugh. I swear, some of the dolphin guards think I've gone coo-coo," he made the universal symbol of craziness, by twirling his finger towards his temple, "because of that."

I smiled, sadly. "Are - are you sure?"

"Yep." Percy popped the 'p'.

"How are you sure? I'm not sure myself, and I'm a daughter of Athena."

"I'm sure, because I'm with you."

I felt like melting, then. Percy really and truly forgave me.

*This part is kind of an epilogue. DON'T READ THIS IF YOU LIKE LUKE.*

I saw Luke sauntering towards us, and I tensed. I looked at Percy, terrified of what either boy may do, but Percy looked exactly like the same carefree, easy-go-lucky boy he was. He didn't seem to get ready for a fight which, I admit, made me feel sad.

"Hi, Luke." Percy called out, perfectly normally.

"Hello, gnat."

"'Sup?"

"Go away."

"Huh?"

"Go. Away." Luke repeated.

"And why, exactly, would I do that?" Percy stepped forward on the word 'exactly'.

"Because you should be scared of what would be coming up if you didn't."

"Oh, really?" Percy whistled twice, once with his lips and once with both fingers in his mouth. On the first, Mrs O'Leary bounded up the hill, and on the second, Clarisse ran out of Cabin 5, electric spear and weapons with her. The hellhound and the daughter of Ares stood behind Percy. "Are you sure you want me to go away?"

Luke gulped. "No, you can stay."

Percy smiled, triumphantly. He turned around. "Thanks, girl. Thanks, Rissy." He hugged Clarisse. "Remember to do that whenever I whistle with both fingers." Clarisse nodded, and ran back to her cabin.

"PERCY!" I yelled. I'd just seen Luke slip out a knife, and was about the stab Percy in the back. A literal back-stabber. The cowardly bastard. You only stab someone in the back if you're a wimp.

Percy spun around, quick-as-a-flash, at the same time as uncapping Riptide and deflecting the blow.

The two boys fought then; Luke, looking like he was having a hard time, and Percy, looking like this was all just a game. They both knew that someone had to lose. And both knew that they didn't want it to be them.

*After a few minutes*

Ten campers gathered around the injured camper.

"WILL!" Percy yelled. "BRING YOUR NEW FIRST-AID KIT AND GET OVER HERE!"

Will ran out of Cabin 7, carrying what I recognised to be the first-aid kit that Percy gave him. "Oh gods. Who did this?" Will looked around. Ten pairs of eyes travelled to Percy's guilty ones.

"I didn't mean to injure him like that. Honest."

"I know, man. You couldn't hurt a fly unless it did something horrible. You couldn't have meant this. You're no longer filled with hatred and betrayal. This was a complete accident. I know, man." Will believed Percy, 100%. All of the campers did, purely because of what Will had said. His heart was no longer filled with hatred and betrayal. He was now 100% cured.

"Now, as for my patient, we need to get you to the infirmary."

"No." Luke choked out the words. "No. I - I want to die like this."

"No, Luke! You can't!" Everyone looked at me, but I shook my head. Percy was the person who had spoken those words. "Luke, you have to stay alive. Just let Will do his son-of-Apollo thing, and get better. People want you here, man." A silence filled the air. "Well, at least, I want you here."

"Why, Percy? Why? I took Annabeth from you, purposely, so why do you want me alive? Why?"

"Because, you're my friend, Luke. No matter what you've done, you were the first person at camp who was decent to me. And, putting aside the whole 'Kronos' and the whole 'Annabeth' thing, you're a good guy." Everyone was looking at Percy. Percy had forgiven Luke so... so easily. That was another reason why I loved him.

"Percy. You're a good guy, so don't wait for me to come back, 'cos I want to die. And, I want to die with you, Annabeth and Dad here."

Percy nodded and IM-ed Hermes. "Hi. Can you come here?"

"Sure, Percy. Why?" Hermes asked.

"Luke..." Percy choked out, before stray tears leaked out of his eyes.

Hermes had just to look at those tears to answer, "I'm on my way."

*A few seconds later*

"I'm here, Percy. What's the ma- oh." Hermes stared down at the dying figure of his son. "Is this why you were crying?" Hermes asked Percy. He just nodded.

And, in the presence of the girl he loved, the boy who forgave him in the blink of an eye, and his father, Luke died, what Percy called, a true death.

And, that is the end of this story. Thank you, and goodnight!