A\n This is set after the hidden oracle about any event that might occur in the future in the trials of apollo, though I really hope it doesn't, 'cause it will be so horrible to see them die after so much! Anyway, this is just an idea I had this morning and decided to write it. I don't know what's wrong with me! I've written only two stories and both of them feature Annabeth and percy dying... Maybe I am going crazy..or turning into uncle rick. ;);)
It was dusk. The sun was setting and the early stars were starting to come out, shrouding the world in an orange glow, which would soon fade away to darkness.
And in this serene night, under the pale moon, Percy and Annabeth walked towards their impending doom, not knowing what was to happen, no idea if they would survive the night or, by the time the sun rose the next morning, would be corpses lying next to each other on the battlefield.
The world was silent, waiting with baited breath to witness what was about to happen. Even the rustling leaves of the trees, making shivery, ghost images in the scarce light, were silent, as if the world had been set on mute. There was a sinister glow in the long shadows cast by the setting sun, which sent shivers down their backs.
Before they could reach their destination, however, Percy softly slid his hand in Annabeth's and pulled her to a stop.
He slowly raised his other hand to caress Annabeth's cheek and stared into her eyes.
Percy's condition was not good. There was a big cut in the palm of his hand, which had been tied with a piece of cloth to stem the flow of blood but it was now dripping, slowly, completely drenched in the thick, dark red liquid.
His shirt was in tatters and there were multiple cuts on his face. Annabeth wasn't much better. Her jeans were ripped, her knee was scraped badly from a rough fall, and a bruise was rapidly forming on her face; a dark, gruesome blue against her pale white skin.
But neither of them noticed these things as they stared into each other's eyes, trying to say a million things at once, a thousand confessions, promises that might never be fulfilled; desire, love, things they never had a chance to say, and now probably never would be able to.
Percy slowly leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers, conveying all his love for her through the simple touch. Annabeth closed her eyes. She wanted this moment to never end. She wanted to stay there forever with Percy.
Percy pulled back, brushing her cheek lightly with his thumb, wiping the single tear that had escaped her eyes.
They never said a word. They didn't need to; they knew each other so well, that they could read each other's mind.
For the last time, Percy memorized everything about Annabeth, her beautiful face, her luminous grey eyes, her messy curls, the sound of her voice, her sweet laugh that was like music to his ears, the fierce expression she got when she fought, her obsession over architecture. He loved every little thing about her, and he told her so.
In that one moment, everything changed. For the rest of their lives, if they managed to live that long, there would be an unknown understanding between them. A bond that could never be broken even by the sharpest swords.
No matter what happened, he knew that he'll love her forever. And as they walked towards their deaths, hand in hand, they made a silent promise to be together.
Until the very end.
A\n so that was it. Please don't hate me people.
Bye!
- Ananya