You couldn't believe it, you were about to die. The demigod army was completely outnumbered. Every monster you slew was replaced by 10 more. Your clothes were covered in mud, monster dust, and blood. All around you, your friends fell. You screamed as you sliced a Laistrygonian Giant in half. No one was stopping to help your friends, your family. No one was stopping to help you. Then you fought your way through a hoard of Telekhines, disintegrating them all. You were tired, hurt, and alone, but your rage empowered you to keep going. Who your anger was directed at, you didn't know. Was it the monsters that attacked you, thirsty for your blood? Was it your friends that continued to leave you throughout the battle, not strong enough to fight? Was it the Gods, who were supposed to be all-powerful, symbols of perfection, yet they couldn't even be bothered to help their children who died for them? Or were you mad at yourself, for not understanding why you even fought, why you were willing to die? But you never got a chance to figure it out. Suddenly, you were surrounded by monsters, all eager to rip into your soul. But it would be impossible, for your soul was gone. After years of your life being worthless, day after day of training and praying to the Gods, you had lost your humanity, your will to go on. You decided that you would stop being a pawn for the Gaea, a pawn for the Gods. Your last moment alive would be for yourself, it would end the way that you chose. You raised your sword in the air, and with a bellow of rage, charged to the center of the battle. Every monster that you defeated was for the friends you had let die, every person that you had failed. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of blonde tumble to the ground, the Earth towering above. You dropped your sword and tackled the goddess thrashing your body wildly. You heard a soft laugh and felt mounds of earth rising around you. They wrapped around your legs and pulled sharply, snapping your legs in half. You roared in pain and fury, and ripped off Gaea's head, golden ichor pouring from where you had decapitated her. You fell to the ground, allowing yourself a moment of triumph, but only a moment, for Mother Earth was not done. Before her body completely deteriorated, she committed her last slaughter of a demigod. The ground slowly began to swallow you, filling up your lungs. Your vision blurred, but you could barely make out the other monsters disintegrating. You decided that this wasn't a bad way to die; you finally saved your friends, you weren't a failure. As your mind grew cloudy, you heard a call in the distance, "Percy! No!" It was Annabeth. She was, perhaps, your greatest regret. But your sacrifice was worth it, she was finally safe. With this final, serene thought, you allowed yourself to drown in the Earth.
So I've updated this story to add the actual death scene. I think I'm going to try and write the chapters in different narration types. This chapter was in 2nd person. Sorry if it was confusing, but it's my first time writing in this style. Please review because it really helps me with my writing! Thanks for reading!