Percy Jackson and The Four Horsemen

Remember me For Centuries

Some legends are told,
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me,
Remember me for centuries

Percy looked up at the night sky, pointing out the constellations that he could remember. There was Ursa Major, Orion, Taurus and of course the most recent formation, Zoe the huntress. A smile appeared on his face, imagining Zoe up there, probably hunting the great beasts with Orion. He had recently spent many nights simply stargazing even when past curfew. He sighed as he looked at his watch. It was half past midnight, so he should be returning to his cabin. He scratched his head, wishing that he could stay longer, but the harpies were more vigilant during the hours between midnight and dawn. He stood up and stretched and began to walk up the beach, towards his cabin.

A lot of things had happened after the great giant war. He had seen little of Jason, as his duty as Pontifex stole much of his free time, Leo's return from death with Calypso in his arms. He chuckled at the thought of the petty arguements between Reyna and Piper when it came to how both camps could hold events that both groups could participate, or the occasional Clarisse and Frank fights on which form of the God of War was better. The arrival of the new kid Alabaster and his vast knowledge of magic had made him the instantaneous counselor of the Hecate Cabin. He grinned as he remembered Nico's confession and his relationship with the Solace kid. What could he say, he was happy for the his friend.

Hazel had risen the fifth cohort to its former glory single-handedly (though she could never stop thanking Percy, even when he always said that Hazel deserved more credit). Thalia had taught the hunters to be warmer to the boys, though he could always overhear Thalia and Hylla's, the amazon queen, pranks for the males of both camps. Even the gods had changed, becoming even more connected to their children, ushering in a new era of peace.

Only one thing ruined his mood.

Annabeth had become distant lately, her work in Olympus had kept her from visiting Camp as much as he wanted her to. He couldn't just visit Olympus willy-nilly either, even when he was a Champion of the Olympians. During the rare moments he was there though, she was so ingrossed in her work that when he tried to speak to her, she'd simply brush him off. He understood her well enough - they'd both grown distant. It had been years now. Their quests had taken them far. The crown of Ptolemy and the discovery of the existence of other pantheons, along with discovering and taking down the Triumvirate before they could get their feet off the ground had been great, but it applied stress on Percy and Annabeth's already deteriorating relationship.

He'd grown distant as well, distracting himself with college and his new sister, taking a break from being a demigod. But Annabeth had thrown herself deeper into the world of the divine, and it strained their relationship further. In all honesty, he couldn't think there was even a relationship to begin with.

He shook himself from his doldrums when he arrived at his cabin. He was greeted with a soft sea breeze following his arrival, calming his nerves. He removed his jacket and threw it in the laundry basket when he suddenly noticed something. The salt-water fountain was a faint rainbow. He looked at the top of his fountain.

Please give one drachma to recieve your call.

A collect Iris-message, like the one Bianca had sent him a few years ago. He dug in his pockets and found a drachma. He threw it in and chanted "Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, show me... um... show me what needs to be seen".

Instantly, the light glowed brighter and he looked into the message. What he stopped his heart abruptly.

It was Annabeth.

In bed.

Without clothes whatsoever, covered by a blanket, her sleeping face covered in bliss and satisfaction.