Jason Grace's Death

**Piper**

Piper screamed his name as he fell. Shock clear in his roman features as he numbly touched the spear that went right through the middle of his body.

Piper viciously destroyed all the monsters that were surrounding her and ran like hell over to her dying boyfriend, cutting down every monster that dare cross her path.

“No.” Piper muttered as she collapsed at Jason’s side. “No no no no no no no no. NO! Jason, stay with me. Please.” She begged. Her voice was too weak and broken to hold any sort of special charm. Jason shook his head then winced.

“I’m sorry, Pipes.” Jason said. His voice was barely above a whisper. “But I had no choice.”

Piper choked back a sob.

“But you did.” She protested. Piper started looking around the battleground frantically for child of Apollo. Or better yet, Apollo himself. But her attention was quickly snapped back to Jason when his hand grasped hers.

Jason shook his head again. “No, Pipes.” He said quietly. His startling electric blue eyes stared intently into her multicolored ones.

Piper remembered the day they met. Like officially met on the bus with their friend Leo Valdez going on a field trip to the Grand Canyon. His electric blue eyes stared at her with confusion then embarrassment when he realized that he was holding her hand. He quickly let go, which both confused and disappointed Piper, but she didn’t say anything because she thought that he was just trying to shake off the effects of the short nap that he took on Pipe’s lap.

Piper focused on Jason again and noticed that he had gone unnaturally pale. Piper shook her head again, tears streamed wildly down her face. She opened her mouth to say something, but Jason’s now raspy voice cut her off.

“I love you, Pipes.” He said. His breathing became more ragged and hollow like he was trying to fill an already filled container. “But this is MY quest. They’re MY responsibility.”

“No, Jason.” Piper insisted. But he was already gone.

Piper sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Her whole body shuddered and ached. She was vaguely aware of the battle that was happening around her. The battle cries. The moans of the wounded. The thumps of dead bodies falling to the ground. They were all distant buzzes in her ears.

Piper noticed that all of the monsters had left her alone. Piper became furious. She closed Jason’s eyes, slowly pulled the spear out of his gut and stormed up to Gaea. Purposely unaware of the other demigods protests. The goddess’ smirk twitched and faded into a mask of complete terror when she saw the fury and hatred and bitterness in Piper’s eyes.

Without thinking, Piper plunged her dagger hilt deep into Gaea’s chest and pulled downward. Then Piper tore out the goddess’ heart. Mother earth fell to her knees holding her chest right where her heart should be.

Piper gripped her dagger then pushed it slowly into the heart that she held in her hand. Gaea screamed as she crumbled back into the earth. All of the monsters disintegrated leaving the remaining demigods stunned and the heart crumbled just like Gaea did. Piper dropped her dagger then raced back to Jason’s body. More sobs escaped her lips as she, once again, fell to her knees next to Jason’s body.

Piper realized what the prophecy ment. Not an actual storm or fire, but the flame of fury and the storm of hatred from a too big of sacrifice that fueled these emotions just enough, so that she was able to save humanity.

But was it worth it? Piper didn’t think so. And she hated the gods for it. It was their fault. She told herself. Those stuck up little brats only care for themselves. That thought oddly satisfied Piper. But only for a brief moment because she knew that Jason wouldn’t want her thinking like that.

And just like that, she was sobbing again.