The ground rose up suddenly in front of Annabeth, her foot caught on the mound, and she tumbled over herself. As soon as she was back on her feet, a sharp pain slashed through her body making her feel like she was just torn in two.
She screamed.
Her hands started to shake as she saw the sword protruding from her stomach. Gasping for air, choking on words she was unable to form, she looked towards Percy. He was already staring at her, his eyes reflecting the terror in her own.
Pain struck her again as the sword was taken out of her, worse than when it had entered. She knew it was futile but she tried to hold herself together. To keep herself from falling apart long enough to survive.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Her lungs protested, they didn't want the air anymore. She could feel her body shutting down.
The stench of her own blood was overwhelming. Tears formed in her eyes as she heard a muffled scream from Percy. She coughed and watched as more of her blood left her body. Percy was fighting, trying so hard to reach her, to save her. He screamed again.
Her legs gave out on her and she crashed to the ground.
She felt numbness start to overtake her and she fought it. Pain meant you were alive, pain meant hope. All numbness brought was emptiness and death.
Percy would die next. She tried to say his name and pray for his safety, but she found she couldn't speak.
Annabeth couldn't fight it any longer, her strength failing her. She let herself fade from this world, staring into those sea green eyes she loved so much.
