It was a strange feeling. I suddenly felt so so cold. I looked down to see a blade sticking out of my stomach. I realized something in that moment. I was dying. It was strange, I felt a simple comfort in that fact. I then felt a metallic taste in my mouth, blood. Major internal hemorrhage. The curse of Artemis wouldn't help me here. Then the blade was swiftly ripped from my body, causing my mouth to fall open in a silent scream. The blood in my mouth poured out, staining my white uniform and the pure snow beneath my feet. I fell to my knees, my hands clutching at the wound that gushed blood. The ghostly figure who had run me through walked around to stand in front of me. I stared hopelessly down at his feet, my jet black hair falling into my eyes. I coughed, blood shot out of my mouth, further dirtying the snow. The placed the tip of the blade under my chin, I felt a wetness. It was blood. My blood. The sword was lifted up, forcing me to raise my vision. I saw my brother, Jason. He wore Roman armor and helmet. He didn't know he had just killed his sister. The demi-gods were at war you see, and I would just be another casualty amongst hundreds of thousands. "Stupid girl." He spat, before lining up the blade at my throat. I stared into the eyes of my killer. He looked back. Requiem in pace. He drove the blade into my body for the second time. My breath caught in my throat, as it was blocked by the steel. He ripped the metal out just as quickly as it had entered, leaving me to fall onto my face. Broken and dying. At least I would be with my friends now, the rest of the Greeks. The Romans were winning the war. They had to kill Percy and Annabeth to start it. Caught them off guard in their house, in the middle of the night. They killed him then decapitated her. I felt my vision begin to fade, I felt my death grow nearer. And before I knew it, I was dead. I died on a cold November day, in the snow, all alone.