Yeah, soooo, this isn't the story I promised you guys, I'm still working on that, but it is a exptrmely depressing one-shot. It is based on a dream I had before SoN came out, so it isn't at all realistic, but I just had to publish something!
To tell the truth, I woke up before they both died, so this isn't exactly my dream, but it's everything I remember, and then the ending.
Annabeth?
Annabeth!
His heart leapt, happiness and relief flooded through him. She was here! Finally, after so long a wait, he would see her again, hold her in his arms, feel the rush of kissing her.
But . . . Why was she standing so far away? Why are her hands tied behind her back? Why is she standing out on the edge of a cliff over a waterfall, looking out into the spray rising from the pounding water?
Desperately, he pushed through the crowd of Roman's, the exhilaration of seeing her now edged with worry and confusion. They were staring at her, yelling things, watching, waiting for it, but he couldn't here them. The urgency was lessening, and the feeling he had had before were numbing into nothingness, deference, he still was weaving through the people, but his body was stiff and tired, not responding right. Darkness tinged his vision, and a cold indifference replaced every thought. Movement seemed to slow down, the cold grey light giving the scene a ghostly, blurry quality.
The Roman's were tired of waiting, and shouted at her to get on with it. Silently, she stepped forward. He wasn't there, he hadn't come. There was nothing left. Calmly, without fuss, she let herself fall into the swirling mist that swallowed her up, leaving no trace behind.
Even as they whooped and cheered, congratulating each other on destroying the sneaking Greek, nobody noticed the boy, collapsed on the ground. All light and life gone from his eyes, all warmth stolen from his hands, as soon as the girl fell.
Heheh. Review? Please don't hurt me.