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?
