A/N: Oh Percy Jackson, how I love you so! Set during the end of "The Last Olympian". Very short.
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One of the hardest things is coming across a fallen friend. If it hasn't happened to you, I don't recommend it. What's even harder is finding someone you know you can't save. Sometime during the battle, I saw one of the kids from Aphrodite cabin. She was just laying there, eyes half closed. Part of me knew I had to keep going, keep fighting, but I wasn't just going to let her lie there until she died, or let some monster get to her and make it worse.
I ran over to her, vaporizing monsters as I went and knelt down. Annabeth got there at the same time that I did. I grabbed her hand to let her know someone was there with her, and Annabeth took off her helmet. It wasn't going to do her much good now.
Her eyes slid over to my face, and she said, "I wanna go home." My throat went dry.
"You'll be home soon, I-I promise." Annabeth tried to make her voice smooth, but it broke. It didn't make what she was saying any less truthful; we were both praying that all the demigods that died today make Elysium. Well, all the ones on our side. Still, it wasn't easy talking to a dying comrade.
Her eyes fluttered and closed. She stopped breathing. I said a prayer for her, and called out to the nearest satyr to get her to safety. Annabeth and I locked eyes for just a moment, and then we threw ourselves back into battle.