This fanfiction is about life after the battle with Gaea, but I'm starting it when the seven reach CHB during the fight because there are a couple of things that I need to change for my story to work. I apologise for any slight changes to the characters I may have made, I tried to keep them the same - and if there are any incorrect terms please feel free to correct me as I am not American :)

PS. This is my first fanfiction so sorry if its a little shaky :/

I hope you guys like it!

"Seven half-bloods shall answer the call,

To storm or fire the world must fall.

An oath to keep with a final breath,

And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death."

Percy's POV

Percy had seen lots of battles. He had fought in many of them too, and he knew first hand just how horrifying they could be.

But he had never seen one like this.

Demigods lay dead and wounded across the battlefield, Greek and Romans both. Percy knew as soon as he and Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Frank and Hazel touched down onto Half-Blood Hill, that this was not a fight they could win. Gaea's power drew them into the ground, pulling at their legs and smothering fallen demigods in a wave of dirt and grass. Monsters surged from all directions, attacking even their Roman "allies", and for every monster killed, five more appeared with the next wave.

And Leo. Percy looked over at the flaming wreckage of the ship that was still sailing through the sky and his heart almost stopped as he watched the Argo II burst into a fiery ball of destruction, streaking across the sky like some firework gone wrong.

"LEO," Piper screamed, her voice cracking with emotion and strain, "You stupid, STUPID-" but she burst into tears and buried her face in Jason's shirt. Silent tears slipped from Hazels eyes as Frank held her hand with a solemn expression on his face. Percy looked towards Annabeth. Her jaw was set and her lips were nothing more than a thin pink slash across her face, but tears shone through the pain in her eyes. It hurt Percy to look into them, so instead he watched as a group of archers from the Apollo cabin shot fart arrows at a group of telekines.

"Frank," she said. Her voice was strong, but it was also soft and Percy knew Annabeth well enough to recognise her plan voice, "Do you think you could fly yourself and Hazel down the hill?". She pointed to an area where a group of Roman and Greek soldiers were fighting off monsters, but as Percy watched, he could see an opening in their defences. Frank nodded and morphed back into a grey dragon, sweeping Hazel onto his back as he did so. Annabeth turned towards Piper and Jason. "Gather the campers," she said, "Try and persuade the camps to fight together." Piper wiped her eyes, and a resilient look took over her face. Jason nodded, and the grabbed Piper round the waist and flew off down towards the campers. Percy uncapped Riptide, the familiar leaf-shaped blade growing into his hand. He squeezed Annabeth's hand, and she looked into his eyes, a burning fire blazing in them, and together they charged.

Annabeth's POV

All around her, small fights had started. In the distance, Annabeth could see Piper using her charmspeak, trying to join the two camps together in a desperate attempt for formation. Near the top of Half-Blood Hill, Connor and Travis Stoll were fighting a group of empousai, and as she watched, a determined looking Katie Gardener bolted up the side of the hill, ignoring the fact that her feet were being slowly pulled into the ground. Annabeth looked down at her own tattered sneakers and was startled to find that she no longer could see further down than her ankles, as green mossy grass had pulled her feet into the dirt, leaving her now almost a foot shorter than her boyfriend, as opposed to the several inches she was used to. Percy was hopping slightly from foot to foot which stopped him from sinking, but he didn't seem to notice. Sometimes Annabeth forgot how ADHD he was.

"Percy, a little help?" she asked as the ground engulfed her Achilles tendon, wrapping itself painfully around her bad ankle. She made the mistake of looking into his eyes; a cold look sat in his sea-green eyes; cracked and angry and the ocean inside them seemed to roar in fury. Annabeth had seen this look once before in the depths of Taturus when facing the Akhlys, Goddess of misery and poison, the latter of which he had turned back on the goddess, only stopping when Annabeth had pleaded. It was safe to say that this look terrified her.

"P-P-Percy?" she stuttered, trying to pull her knees out from the earth. She grabbed her boyfriends hand and pulled him down towards her mouth. She closed her eyes and kissed him, until she felt his shoulders relax under her hands around his neck, and exhaled as his arms snaked around her waist. When she peeled open her eyelids again, the broken look on his face had disappeared, and a lopsided grin took its place.

"Huh," he smirked, "were you always that short, Wise Girl?" Annabeth quickly punched him in the arm, which wiped the sarcastic grin off of his face, but it slowly slid back as he pulled her from the ground.

"Shut up, Seaweed Brain," she murmured. "We've got some monsters to kill."

OK, so this chapter is a bit shorter than I would have liked, but I have an English essay due tomorrow that I haven't started. I don't know how often I'll be able to update, but expect at least one per week! Please send your thoughts in because I'd love to hear your ideas, and of course anything I have done wrong :)

Thank you,

~yellowsharpie