# So I was wondering what would happen if Annabeth died during the giants' war? (I know she probably won't be the seventh demigod but in this story she is.) in short this story is about how Percy "tries" to bring her back. I used quotes so I wouldn't give away the ending but its kinda obvious isn't it?

When the story opens they are fighting the giants and it is very near the end of the final battle.

#Chapter 1 Percy's POV

The sound of celestial bronze clashing against the giant's Hippolytus 30' long pole was the only thing I could hear besides Annabeth's ragged breathing. We were side by side both fighting him. Both looking for the advantage. The best we could manage was some futile stabs. The wounds repaired themselves almost instantaneously. With the extreme luck (that I thought didn't exist) neither of us had gotten hit by his weapon. It was simply a pole with drakon teeth on it. But if that thing hit you once you were dead. We also had to watch our step so we didn't step on any teeth which had been knocked out. Even though we had been fighting him for about five minutes, probably less, one whole side of the staff was nearly empty of teeth.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw another giant, Pallas eyeing Annabeth like he was about to swing out her with his sword. Annabeth wasn't stupid without even seeing him, she knew he was approaching. She probably noticed the smell. She whispered, "You keep an eye on Pallas." I felt bad for Frank and (I assumed the Roman goddess) Bellona who were already besieging the giant. Even though he was busy with those two he took a fatal swipe at Annabeth from behind but of course I countered it and he started pursuing me. He pushed me back further away from Annabeth and Hippolytus. Frank started helping her so I didn't feel too afraid. He pushed Bellona and I back until the rest of the battle was out of earshot but finally Bellona delivered a fatal blow to the head and he exploded in the golden dust which unfortunately smelled as bad as he did. "Where to next," I sighed asking the goddess. She said, "The war is over." I just stared at her until a cheetah raced towards us before I could raise Riptide it transformed into Frank. "Percy," he wheezed, "war's over but Annabeth…" without hesitation I raced towards where I had last seen Annabeth.

There she was, lying on the ground while Apollo chanted in Ancient Greek. The only sign of life was the quick and short breaths that seemed to take all her strength. Then I saw the problem. It looked like a shark had taken a bite out of her stomach. She was paler then Nico and her lips were the last thing that retained their color. The bleeding had stopped but it looked hopeless Apollo was mending her but still he had arrived to late; its to late. "No, no don't think that way," I thought to myself. Annabeth smiled when she saw me but my expression was probably the opposite. Shakily I knelt down next to her and gripped her hand trying not to cause her anymore pain.

"It doesn't hurt that much," she said almost reading my thoughts.

"I doubt that," I say smiling weakly not understanding how she could not be in any pain.

"Probably doesn't judging the size of the painkillers I gave her," Apollo explained pausing a moment from his chanting to apply more bandages and magic concoctions. In Latin I asked him, "she's going to make it, right?" my voice cracked and I had a feeling Annabeth knew what I was asking him.

"Maybe," the god of medicine said avoiding my eyes. Suddenly my breathing became worse then Annabeth's and I gripped Annabeth's hand like I was the one who was on their deathbed.

"I wish it was me, I wish it was me…" I repeated under my breath until Annabeth said, "Seaweed Brain even you know that everyone has to die."

"I'd give anything to take your place," I whispered, "Annabeth your everything too me and I can't let you go!" I didn't realize I was crying until she wiped a tear off my cheek.

"I'm never leaving you," she said slowly.

"I love you," I say tenderly as I reach down to kiss her probably for the last time.

"I love you more," she said in a whisper closing her eyes.

"NO, ANNABETH, NO!" I was shaking her madly trying to wake her but deep down I knew it was useless. By then all the Olympians were their I barely heard Athena sobbing behind me. the only thing that awoken my from my shock was Nico's hand on my shoulder.

Slowly I got up trying hard not to look at the lifeless shell that used to be Annabeth the most important person in my life. I walked aimlessly past everyone even my dad who tried to stop me but at the last second decided not to. As soon as I was far out of earshot I crumbled and let sobs wrack though me. "She's gone, she's gone…" I continued for what felt like hours. The only thing I could remember was watching her fight Hippolytus with Frank. That last glimpse I saw of her not dieing. Over and over I replayed that in my mind if only… if only.

I didn't hear Nico approach, "Time to get back to the ship." He sounded empty.

"for what?" I yelled, "so the gods can reward us so we can go back to camp and tell them she's…" Again my voice failed me and I sat in the shade of a tree trying hard not to cry.

"It's better then here isn't it, at least home will help you…" he replied trying hard to find the right words.

To weak to argue I followed him back onto the boat hoping that when (or if) the gods rewarded us that I would beg them to return Annabeth matter what it took.

#Please please tell what I did wrong (I know I'm not perfect) I hope that I really touched you with the death scene it would be a dream come true if you that in a review! 3 percabeth forever