Annabeth
Walking along the cove with Percy, Annabeth thought nothing could spoil that moment. But apparently, ten-feet tall cow-men with horns don't wait for anyone, even people enjoying a romantic moment with their boyfriend.
The afternoon had been perfect. Percy had taken them swimming underwater, made a small air bubble for Annabeth to breathe in, and they'd swum with the hippocampi. Then they had played underwater tag with the Nereids. Drying off in the sun afterwards was like a dream, with Percy playing with her fingers and fringe, looking at her with an expression that made her heart melt like butter. So when Leo came running up to them with his 'bad news' look on his face, Annabeth had seriously considered killing him right there and then.
Jogging up to them, Leo didn't look happy. Last year, they'd ended the feud with the Romans, combining their camps and making a bigger camp, and though keeping the beliefs, gods and goddesses personas and powers separate was difficult, it wasn't impossible. The scrawny seer, Octavian, was still against it.
Since he had nearly caused World War III by disagreeing with the Greeks before, nobody took him seriously or supported him, which was good, because now Octavian had just gone back to muttering and sacrificing teddy bears.
Anyway, back to the present. Leo was jogging along the sandy cove, looking distressed, tapping on his leg, faster and faster. That guy has serious ADHD, Annabeth thought, extremely annoyed. "What's up, Leo?" Percy asked, lazily, playing with her fingers. Leo bent over, fingers splayed on his knees, panting. Annabeth grew exceedingly impatient with him. "Leo! Spit it out already!"
"Monster... Chiron... camp... come quick..." Leo said, curling into the foetal position, panting.
Annabeth sprang up from her spot on the sand, Percy right behind her. Leo got his breath back and started running after them.
As soon as they reached the camp, Annabeth saw the problem. She heard Percy suck in a breath behind her, and she raced up to where the Ares and Mars cabins were handing out weapons. Frank was at the table, looking grim. As a son of Mars and a cousin of Percy, he had powers over water and powers over war. Therefore, he normally felt comfortable in either situation. "Hey, guys," he greeted them. "Choose your weapons. The Minotaur's just outside camp boundaries."
Choosing a dagger and a sword, she slapped on her New York Yankees baseball cap and promptly disappeared. Up ahead, Annabeth could see Piper fighting with Katoptris and Hazel summoning precious metals to kill the monster. Jason was flying around, desperately attacking with his golden sword.
Out of the corner of her eye, Annabeth saw Leo summon fire and run forward, scorching the monster's feet. The Minotaur roared, clutching it's foot in agony and somehow lashing out with his short sword at the same time. Percy raced forward and doused the monster in a tidal wave. This is it, Annabeth thought, her adrenaline pumping. Quickly running forward, she threw her dagger with perfect aim.
It hit the target - the monster's eye. It mooed, obviously distressed. She unsheathed her sword, but before she could use it, the Minotaur came stomping up to the border and swiftly bent down. Before she could scream for help, it hit her, hard, on the head with its horns. She keeled over and darkness came and took her.