PERCY POV:
The rain diminished. His legs gave away and he crumpled to the ground. Percy's head throbbed and the world spun around him. It took a couple of minutes, but eventually reality soaked in and he started trembling with grief. Tears streamed down his face and his heart clenched painfully. How could have let this happen? In one last desperate attempt, he called out for his mother.
"Mom? Mom! Please," he cried, "please come back to me."
Behind him, Grover whimpered, and he wiped the tears from his face and dragged himself to him.
"Food," Grover mumbled in a broken whisper. Percy's resolve strengthened. NO way was he going to lose Grover. He couldn't afford to lose another person. He mustered all his strength.
He grabbed Grover and began lug him up the huge hill. The throbbing in his head became worst and his muscles screamed in pain.
The last thing he remembered was collapsing on a wooden bench, with a familiar man with a scruffy beard, a pretty blonde girl, and a boy with a skull ring looking over him.
The blonde girl spoke. "He's the one, he must be," she breathed almost inaudibly.
"Silence Annabeth," the man murmured," Nico, take him to the infirmary. See if the Apollo campers could patch him up."
The boy nodded hesitantly and then the world faded a away in a sea of black.
