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~Something I started, but I am not sure if I should continue…
Octavian POV:
I knew it would be risky to exact my revenge on the legion at this point in time, but I didn't care. I pulled out the small, easily concealable knife I had hid in my pocket that I had poisoned earlier. I thought back to my plan:
How should I get back at those good for nothing so called Romans? I thoughtdesperately, Maybe I should get rid of the Greek! That's what I'll do; hit them where it really hurts!
I looked down at the knife and back up at my target he was standing right in front of me. I could just reach out and do it right now, but I stopped and knew I had to wait for the right moment.
Percy POV:
I walked with Hazel and Frank at my side toward the descending war ship in the sky. All the other Romans surrounded me. I started to feel nervous at the thought of seeing Annabeth again. I could feel my palms starting to sweat and it was getting increasingly harder to walk in the toga I had to wear because of being the second praetor for the legion. When the people started to climb down the rope ladder I started to feel woozy, but I didn't know why. I looked down and stared in shock at the tip of a ten inch blade poking through my toga. I tried to alert Hazel and Frank, but they were busy staring at the four people walking towards us.
Octavian POV:
I knew that when the Greeks got off their ship it would be too late, so I jabbed the blade into his back. Then I ran away to the other side of the crowd as not to be blamed for his death.
Percy POV:
When I saw her the pain and fear melted off of me and I forgot about the blade still in my stomach. That is until I saw her face and how it paled at the sight of my toga covered in blood from the wound in my stomach. That was the last thing I saw, before I blacked out.
Annabeth POV:
As I walked toward my Seaweed Brain, I noticed something that made my blood run cold. He was visibly paler than the last time I saw him, and there was red all over the front of his white toga. He must be sick…I thought desperately hopping it wasn't blood on his toga and that he accidently spilled Cherry Kool Aid down his front, though I knew he would rather have a blue flavored drink. I just need to get to him and then I'll check it out…but as I was about to step forward he suddenly fell to the ground
"Percy!" I shrieked, running forward desperately trying to catch him.