ANNABETH'S POV
"Percy!" screamed Annabeth.
"PERCY!" she yelled once more.
The wound in her side was too much, she had just been shot by… by a… was that a cat? Or a giraffe? She couldn't tell, her vision was too blurry.
"Percy… help", she choked. But her boyfriend was nowhere to be seen.
Her vision went black, and it almost felt like she was being sucked in a tube, but she was still lying on the dark, cold ground in the place where she died, a palace of ice but so cold it burned to touch it. All of a sudden she came upon a river. In the… Underworld?
No. No, no, no. she couldn't be dead. Yet she was, and she was in the boat, two dark cloaked figures were deciding her fate.
"Elysium," one said. And they began the harrowing voyage to "paradise".
Annabeth's mind flashed to Percy. She felt her lip quiver. The emotions kicked in, first sad, longing, desperate, then angry. Why did she just die? Just like that? No happily ever after, not even a good bye. And where was Percy when she was dying? Oh gods, that *_#$^%. She couldn't wait till he died so she could slap him in the face for leaving her.
And then the thought occurred to her. What if he was dead? She then mentally took everything that she thought back. All Annabeth wanted was her Seaweed Brain.
"Here," the cloaked figure said. "Enjoy the afterlife."