Honor Thy Memory

Summary: A beauty taken for granted.

Note: this is not those clichéd – or rather un-cliché, depending on your view – "let them rest in peace, blah, blah" stories. This will vary. (Not you ship? Jump off.)

1. Twinkle, Twinkle

She looks up into the stars. So beautiful, they are so beautiful. "Can't see the stars." No, she cannot. Not now. But perhaps later, after she rests.

She wants to say many things, but she is so, so very tired. (Sleep, she needs sleep. It would be such a blessing – such a relief.) But she cannot sleep. Not now. Now while she needs to tell . . . who? Tell who what?

Then she remembers – and she tells Percy Jackson. "You are not like Hercules." (And he's not. No.)

She rests under the stars.