AN: Hello people of fan fiction! My name is Tate (rhymes with fate), self-proclaimed daughter of Apollo, because I'm hot! Aka: Smartsoccerstar! I'm co-writing this story with obsessivebookdiva, aka: Lizzy. This is my chapter, so without further ado, the beginning of the end!
Disclaimer: No matter how many times I pitch a fit, I still do not own the brilliance of Percy Jackson.
Percy took a look around the battlefield and was once again blown away by what he saw. After so much, they finally made it to Greece. They were finally at the base of the Olympians power, the original Mount Olympus. All of camp half-blood and every roman solider that wasn't swayed to join Octavian were there, fighting alongside the 7 and the gods.
After fighting their way through Tartarus and escaping through the still open doors, Percy and Annabeth were greeted to this sight. Demigods and gods fighting for their lives alongside each other.
And now, seeing it again, Percy almost felt sick. So many of his friends, his family was dying, fighting the giants. He knew some would fall, it was inevitable, but seeing it actually become real in front of him was almost too much. Bodies and gold dust littered the battlefield, continuously piling up.
Percy hadn't seen Annabeth since they escaped, she immediately had charged into the battlefield, killing any monster in reach. He had tried to stay with her, but with so many monsters charging into his path, it was impossible. He had prayed she was okay and moved onto his next monster, having no time to dwell on anything.
He saw Leo a couple times, torching any monster that came within 5 feet of him. He saw Nico once, with a dozen undead warriors surrounding him, and Percy saw a giant python a few times, and knew it was Frank. Other than a few glimpses of lightning, and orange and purple shirts, all Percy saw was monsters and sulfuric dust.
Percy wasn't stupid, despite what Annabeth says, so he knew they were barely hanging on. They were outnumbered by a lot, and with Gaea being in charge of the Doors of Death, he knew it was almost a matter of time before they were overcome by sheer force.
He swung riptide through the middle of another dracaena and was already engaged with a hellhound by the time she dissolved. He paused for a break after the hellhound dissolved when he heard a familiar bellow. He groaned as he turned around and saw the tall, disgusting, and beefy form of the Minotaur. He was wearing armor similar to the type he wore at the battle of Manhattan, showing he'd come prepared. Sometimes Percy thought the gods really hated him.
"Hey beef boy! Back for round three?" Percy rhetorically asked the Minotaur, already getting in position. The bull roared and barreled straight for him, same tactic as always. At the last minute Percy ducked to the side and swung his sword straight for the Minotaur's ribs. He stumbled back in surprise when his sword clanged off the armor, and realized Gaea must have given the suit some upgrades. Percy was thrown off balance and the Minotaur took advantage, swinging his double bladed axe. Percy managed to block it, but was still thrown back by the force behind it. He hit his calf hard on a fallen ally's shield, but barely felt the sting, used to much worse thanks to his stay in Tartarus. Grabbing the shield, he threw it up Frisbee style and was rewarded by a loud clanging sound made when it hit the bull's forehead.
Wasting no time, Percy shoved himself to his feet, and moved around the still disoriented beast to stand behind him. Instantly, Percy lunged at the Minotaur's exposed backside, digging his sword into the small of his back, the same place Percy's Achilles heel used to be. The defeated monster gave a loud bellow as it disintegrated into golden powder.
Percy wiped the sweat from his brow as he took another look around and he immediately narrowed in on Annabeth, who was close. He surged towards her, slicing through any monster in his path. As soon as he was at her side, he spun his sword in an arch, ripping through any monster in the surrounding area.
Annabeth spun around towards him with slightly wide eyes, which immediately filled with relief upon seeing him. "Percy!" she breathed, "I was so worried, I –"whatever she was about to say was cut off with a choking sound.
"Annabeth!" Percy screamed. He looked over her wildly, wondering what the problem could be, when he saw it. The tip of a sword poking out of her stomach.