Ok so this is a fanfic I wrote about the end of Mark of Athena. It's kind of a poem, kind of a story, but definetly a one-shot. Enjoy!
O yeah, I'm not Scott Westerfeld. If I were, I would be writing House of Hades and not be making all Percabeth fans mad because we have to wait a year (A WHOLE FRICKIN YEAR) until the next book comes out. Shame, Rick Riordan. Shame.
She slips away, f
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toward that dark pit.
He can tell by the look in her gray eyes that she is [terrified]. Terrified that she will DIE by the hands of that thing that she f/e/a/r/s most.
He grabs her hand, vowing to
NEVER LET GO. His sea green eyes meet her
stormy grey ones.
As she clutches his hand, he watches the look in her eyes change from fear to {determination}.
He YELLS to the son of Hades, making him [promise] to meet them on the other side, the other side of that dark pit. With sadness in his eyes and an outstretched hand, the boy sadly nods. His face takes on a more {determined} look. He nods, and Percy can fall in peace. But Annabeth.
She latches her eyes onto his face, vowing to remember every part of it, in case they don't survive.
His face has never looked more handsome than it did at that moment, clinging on to a ledge for dear life. She knew that he was bloodied, bruised and battered, but she couldn't help but think that he really must love her, if he's willing to do this for her.
As he looks down at her {determined} face, he knows that she know what they must do. She nods, ready.
They d
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p,
ready to face what's on the other side.