All I heard was a cry of pain.

The chilling sound just my adrenaline-driven heart beat even faster.

I turned around.

She was hurt.

My eyes then averted to the masked figure,

Who caused the pain.

Him...he hurt Annabeth.

The poisoned dagger.

Clutched in his evil hands.

A horrible, nasty grin sketching upon his face.

Even though he still didn't hit his main goal,

His shiny knife hit another soft spot of mine.

Then, I heard a groan.

I saw her neon camp shirt,

The sleeve, sinking mercilessly in a sea of crimson.

Her now red and flustered cheeks,

Hot from battle,

Growing as pale as the moon on a winter's night.

She needed help.

I yelled for the Pegasus.

He came in a hurry,

Snatched her up and flew away.

I just hope she would be okay and survive.

If she did survive, I would owe her my life.

But hey, what else is new?