I could barely hear the sound of the horrendous battle raging on around me. The gushing echo of blood pumping through my ears was deafening. Adrenaline surged through me, and my mind only understood one basic instinct. Self preservation.
You're probably wondering why I was so hyped up. Why I was pushing my body to keep moving depsite its aching protests. Well, to sum it up: The Giant's War. We had hoped it wouldn't reach this far. That we would be able to stop Gaea from rising in the first place, and avoid reaching this point. But then again, that wouldn't have been much fun now would it?
After dodging a heavy blow that would have rendered me headless had I not jumped out of the way, I quickly brought my sword down, and like magic, the moster was nothing more than dust. Panting, I scouted my surroundings for a new target. Meanwhile, I allowed myself a quick peak at my friends. Everybody was scattered around the battle field. Leo and Piper were leading a group of Romans to where a cluster of monsters had taken position. I could distantly hear Jason, with the help of Thalia, yelling and taunting the, and I quote, "Ugly old brute!" distracting it so that a few of the Greek campers could go in for the kill. Hazel and Frank were taking care of our sky forces and archers. But where was she...?
After a few more seconds of searching, I became frantic. Annabeth. She had made me promise not to get distracted, and to not worry about her because she was fully capable of taking care of herself. But I couldn't help it, and the more I took in her abscence, the more space it occupied in my mind.
Now the monsters came more quickly, while my mind was only slowing down. Everything felt useless. It seemed as though for every monster we beat, two replaced it. The longer we fought, the more we lost. Meanwhile our enemies seemed endless. I was losing hope. My sword was becoming heavy when... There she was! My Wise Girl. She looked tired and beat up, but she was alive and that was all that mattered. She was ferocious in battle, and even from afar i could behold the fiery determination that lit up her stormy grey eyes. She still believed we could win. Suddenly a new dose of power corses through my veins, different than the feeling I get when I'm near the sea, and different than that feeling I get after drinking six Red Bulls. No, this was different. This was hope.