The Final Kickass Stance of Michael Yew

I can barely take a breath as I am fighting alongside Percy. There was not a single moment to be wasted.

A moment can mean the difference between firing an arrow or receiving an arrow.

A moment can mean the difference between being welcomed into Hades or living to die another day.

A moment can mean a chance to kill another monster.

A moment can mean a chance to save another life.

Monsters were dying left and right, while my fellow demigods were dying all around me. I never imagined that the Battle of Manhattan would be so tiring.

Many of the leaders, including Percy and me, are only sixteen, and somehow, we ended up being the last hope of humanity. Dramatic, I know, but what can I say? If you want to complain, complain to the universe.

Right now, I want to tell it to raze all the monsters on this bridge and to stop Kronos from crossing it. Actually, it would be much more preferred that this battle doesn't take place at all, but then I would have to get in the line to file a complaint to the universe. I already have Percy, Thalia, and Annabeth waiting in line ahead of me.

As I'm surveying the situation, I can see that the demigods are being worn down, and they can't keep up this fight for much longer in their current conditions. I sneak a quick glance at Percy when I'm reloading my bow; he looks desperate for a way to end this fight.

Suddenly, I notice how unstable the bridge is becoming.

In spite of the chaos around me, one clear thought materializes in my head.

Percy can destroy the bridge.

I immediately realize how small of a chance I have of surviving this plan. But in war, sacrifices are necessary to maintain the last remaining sliver of hope that burns within our hearts and fuels us to fight.

Praying to Apollo for the best, I try to make my voice slice through the chaotic atmosphere. "Percy, the bridge! It's already weak!"

He looks a bit confused, but when he glances down, I can tell that he understand my message. "Break it!" I yell. "Use your powers!"

He impales his sword into the ground.

I can feel it rumbling, ready to collapse into the open arms of the sea below. There's absolutely zero possibility of making it to the end of the bridge.

So I, Michael Yew, Son of Apollo, Leader of Cabin 7, will drag down as many monsters as I can with me into the Underworld until my last breath has been exhaled from these lips.

Heh, at least I hope my shroud is kickass.

Thanks for reading, organic honey.