For the Angel of Death
A/N I don't own Percy Jackson or Ring around a rosy.
Ring around the rosy
A pocketful of posies
"Ashes, Ashes"
We all fall down
The battle was fierce. The sounds of sword clanging, claws scratching, the howls of monsters, the yells of giants. The charge of the demigods.
But through all of the noise, the loudest was the deafening silence. The seven stood in a tight bound line. They watched in horror as the figure of Mother Earth rose from the ground. Her eyes glowing an eerie green. Her long brown hair tied in a single braid. Her face white as porcelain, she almost looked serene. The glint in her eyes and the ominous smile was saying everything. The spill of a single drop of blood was just the thing she needed to regain her full power.
Through their fear, through their horror, the Seven rose together. The defiance in their eyes, the power of their fists. They were ready.
The plain of the war was quiet. Six of the seven lay on the ground wounded. Percy Jackson was their last charge. The fates watched on quietly, they have woven their thread. The time has come.
They clashed together, the wind whipping through their hair. Two swords clanged together. Faster, faster they slashed. One cheap shot reached its mark, the Earth goddess shrieked in rage, in pain. She fell to the ground slowly yet gracefully. Melting almost, below the earth. The demigods cheered, they had won the War.
When He turned around, their happiness faded. Their hero bloodied and wounded, faced them. Still standing, a defiance against Death. A dagger in the chest. He gave them a smile, a bloody smile. White teeth stained red. Blood sprouted from his chest like a fountain, so graceful, so horrifying. A mouthful of blood. A mouth full of blood. Beneath him his legs buckled. He collapsed backwards towards the ashen ground. He smiled. He smiled.
The horror in the demigods eyes as they watched their hero fall. Fall to the ground. Fall to the ground. They rushed to him, they rushed to him with the dagger in his chest. Blood covered his clothes, covered his clothes. For once the time they hoped would never come. They knew he would die. He would die, he would die. He smiled as Hades promised him Elysium. He smiled through the pain. He smiled, he smiled. He could see Death striding towards him with his gleaming scythe. He saw the Angel of death.
He could feel Annabeth as she kissed him one last time. An angel that kept him hanging was crying, all the demigods were. He wanted to wipe them away, wipe them away. His strength had left him yet he smiled. "It was heaven with all of you with me" he whispered. They leaned in to listen. He smiled again. White stained red. He took his last breath. He's eyes glazed. He's spirit passed on. The air was still, everything was black and white, for they had lost a lover, a son, a friend, a leader, a hero; A King. Their silence rang.
~When the King falls down, We All Fall Down~