I do not own Percy…even though I wish I did…Annabeth too.
As I stood at the top of the hill, waiting; watching, I thought of my fate. I knew I had to make the right choice…I just didn't know when. Kronos's army was ready to fight, to win. I was ready to do the same. The only thing was, I had a feeling that I wasn't going to make it out alive. I promised everyone I would but I don't think I will. One other thing…I was frightened. I was frightened that I might loose the most important person in the world to me. Annabeth Chase. A tear slowly fell down my cheek as I stared out to the setting sun, waiting for the end to come and the pain to end.
If ya'll want to, R&R please. This is my 1st PJO story so yeah….don't care about flames that much. It just means I need to improve some things.