Percy:
The remaining demigods were huddled together, along with the few gods that were still standing. There were five of the seven left, but at the moment, Percy was simply focused on keeping the rest alive. As cold as it sounded, there would be time for grief(and that unquenchable guilt) later- if there was a later.
"We have to engage all at once- we can't possibly form a counter attack!" Athena stated, forcefully.
"But, if we- no, too risky." Annabeth started, considering some plan known only to her.
"So, a frontal assault?" Jason asked- everyone nodded, and the group disbanded. Percy stayed behind, frowning, as he looked at the damage that had already been done. Hazel had died first, betrayed by the mist- a sorceress in Gaea's ranks. After, frank had thrown himself into battle, taking little care to avoid injuries- but it was fire that truly ended him. Percy would have given anything to wipe his friend's agonizing screams from his mind. No, he amended, not anything, he thought as he looked to where Annabeth was, talking with her mother. Not anything.
It was midnight, and Athena had decided that the best time to attack was now- with the moon high in the sky, Artemis had regained enough power to help with the assault, and with each moment, the gods grew weaker- as well as the demigods, but this was not mentioned in the strategy meeting.
Percy knew his place- he was to be on offense- the distraction, if you will- though he planned to be much more than a simple distraction. The only flaw with the plan- in his opinion- was that Annabeth would be ambushing the enemy, meaning that he could not protect her. Sure, it was logical but that didn't mean he had to like it.
"Percy?" Annabeth asked quietly, "promise me something?"
"Anything, wise girl- you know that." Percy responded quietly, fearing what this promise might entail.
"Percy- I have a bad feeling about today, and if-" he cut her off,
"Hey- it's going to be fine. We just have to keep hope, ok?" Percy comforted, tilting his chin upwards towards her.
"Just promise you'll move on. Just in case, ok?" She asked, hand resting gently on his cheek, keeping his eyes Ames at hers.
"I promise. But we won't need it- everything will be fine." He responded, more to reassure himself than her. A bell rang in the distance- the signal.
"I love you." She offered- one final goodbye, just in case. Percy smiled, but she was gone before he got the chance to say it back.
He felt, rather than saw his friends die. Well, technically he saw them, but it was in the corner of his vision, and he was more focused on the army surrounding him, and how he could save the others than those who had already passed. Look toward the future, avoid the past- a mantra repeated over and over again, the words blurring together.
Look. Stab an empousi, withdraw the blade.
To. Step forward, dodge an arrow.
The. Block a strike, disarm opponent.
Futu- Annabeth.
His gaze snapped around, towards the scream that had echoed across the battlefield. She was 50 feet away, and he could catch only glimpses through the angry hoard of monsters. But Gaea had made a grave mistake that day- she had made Percy Jackson angry. No, he was beyond simple anger- shaking, overcome with grief and fury, Percy screamed- a loud, shrill keening that brought death to all those who had brought the hero pain. And there was nothing to describe the pain he was in- he had lost the love of his mortal life- he knew she was dead, he did not know how- and the one who had taken her would pay, and dearly.
Monsters exploded around him, their blood boiling, leaving them, shriveling them from the inside- it did not matter. He killed them all, for hurting his love. He screamed, using the power she had asked him to ignore.
The battlefield stood still, the monsters dead, all of the demigods either collapsed or dead, and the gods falling to their knees, or giving out(the big three would probably still have been standing, however, they fought most ferociously, and Zeus had been wounded by a stab to the side, hades was nowhere to be seen- this did not mean anything, he had used his helm for the entirety of the battle-, and His dad was defending the ocean, meaning he was submerged for the majority of the battle, and nobody really knew what was happening there, besides the explosions).
Percy strode towards Gaea, glaring, daring her to fight him. She took a step away, regained her courage, and took two steps forward(two very timid steps), raising her earthen sword to block his strike. A hollow clang echoed through the battlefield, as the hero pressed the primordial back, shoving her away. And then he reached forwards, wrapped his hand around something invisible, and pulled.
ARTEMIS
Artemis was the only goddess still awake- though $lucid$ was a bit of a stretch. She watched as the boy- no, Percy- squared up to the primordial, beating her back, pulling- Gaea screamed, and Percy pulled harder, removing the water from her human form, as she dissolved into dust. He stabbed her, and as the world exploded into light, Artemis saw both of them disappear, before she fell into unconsciousness.
Percy-
Percy stabbed Gaea, and watched as she crumpled into dust, before the world exploded into a golden light. When he woke up, everything was dark. So very dark. He scrambled up, blinking, and stumbled around, blinking. Thinking back, all he remembered was a golden flash, and then the feeling of being sucked through a wormhole. He knew he was in a room, because he was lying on a bed.
he got up, and found a wall, deciding to find a the he was in the infirmary, the light switch should be at waist height, and about two steps to the left. He stood up, stepped, and ran into what he could only assume was a night stand. But then where was he?
there were footsteps coming from the hall, and he stood up, searching his pocket for his sword. He uncapped it, and turned towards the direction he believed the man was in. "Calm yourself, Percy- I mean you no harm. Are you alright?" That in itself made him relax- all of his enemies called him Perseus.
"Who are you?" He questioned accusingly, though he did lower the sword slightly.
"My name is Tartarus boy, and you were in my pit, before I rescued you. Now, are you alright?" Percy nearly scrambled back, before he realized that it was probably useless, and that if Tartarus had wished to kill him, he already would have.
"Why can't I see?" Percy questioned, lowering his sword, and grabbing the bed for support. "I tried to find the lights, but-"
"What do you mean boy, the lights are on." Percy blinked, and then slumped down.
"I can't see. Oh, gods, I can't see. How am I going to survive? I need- I need to see-" he cut off, wanting to say Annabeth, and then remembering that she was gone. Tartarus could only watch as the boy broke down into sobs at the loss of his sight, and his friends- no, his family.