This is what should have happened at the Nike battle. I'm not saying he wrote it wrong, because mine sort of means the story is over, but hey! Just read, and comment. Any book/fanfic recommendations welcome too! Percy, Jason, Leo, and Frank came, not the others.
Percy
Nike's eyes glowed red, sending hate and fury into my heart. I took out Riptide, its celestial bronze blade glinting in the light. Red haze clouded my vision, and for a split second I realized that this must be how the gods were all feeling; not being able to control your emotions and movements. As I faced Jason, I knew what he was thinking.
Attack.
But I can't, I won't! But you want to, a voice inside me says. I closed my eyes. Jason. Camp Jupiter's golden boy. Jason, who rose to the top with his parentage, who's probably never seen grief in his oh-so-perfect life. Jason, with his good looks and rank, all given it to him on a silver platter, determined at the day of his birth. The Romans disgraced Poseidon disgraced me and everyone I care about. They deserve to fall. The Greeks will prevail.
I charged, uttering a battle cry and raising Riptide above my head. Jason stood his ground, his eyes reflecting my own fury. His fist was closed tight, but he was too soft. He let me know too much, just like how I knew that he was holding his precious little coin.
He's nothing without his weapons.
He flicked it in the air, but I was too far away to stop it. Dimly I wondered if he knew which way it would fall. It landed in his hand and transformed into a spear. Yep. He definitely knew.
Sword and spear clashed, celestial bronze and imperial gold striking against each other, our moves timed perfectly and precisely. I was slightly aware of Leo and Frank grappling, shouting in rage over Aphrodite. Hephaestus and Mars. Go figures.
That momentary glance gave Jason a chance. He thrust his spear, and I just barely blocked it. Swear ran down my forehead, and I could barely see through exhaustion. In a sudden, last chance of survival; I threw my sword upwards, leaving me weaponless and exposing my stomach. It was a gamble, but it was my only chance. A scream told me the sword met its mark.
I brushed my hair out of my face and stood up. There was a deep gash across Jason's face, cutting through his ear to his eye. I raised my sword in the air for the finishing blow, but before I could bring it down, I felt a hot, blinding pain shoot through my back. I fell to my knees, already drifting into unconsciousness. Putting my hand behind my back in horror, I felt the spatha imbedded in my skin. Frank stood behind me, I was sure. He'd stolen the spear from Hazel.
Leo was lying on the ground a few steps away, in a pool of his own blood. My eyes couldn't stay open any longer. What have I done? My friends were going to die, Greece was going to fall, and the prophecy will never be completed. My pain ebbed as I slid away, as Frank came grabbed at the spatha. Jason was as good as dead.
When I opened my eyes again, the air shimmered around me. The sound of rushing water flooded my senses, and I found that I was staring at Cerebus. He was drooling all over me. I rubbed him behind the ears, and he growled happily. I was getting really of ending up in the Underworld.
"Nico," I started, standing in line for judgement, "Wherever you are, help…"