Percy pov:
He could still remember the worst moment of his life, of his entire demigodly career (and trust him, there's been more than a few).
He'd been lying in his cabin,looking fondly at old pictures of the 7, of him and Annabeth, and wondering when he'd see his wise girl again. Sadly she'd gone home to see her father and step-mother two weeks ago, but she was due back any day now. He missed her stormy grey eyes, her smile and really just her in general. After the giant war they'd finally had some well deserved peace and quiet, and now, six months later, everything was going perfectly. He knew something bad was happening, he could feel it. He pushed the thought aside and just sat there in silence thinking about what he'd do when he saw annabeth again.
"Percy" The sound of a familiar voice shouting his name in desperation shook him out of his daydream,and he immediately jumped up, drawing riptide in one swift motion. An iris message hovered above his head, showing him an alleyway, bathed in blood, and his wise girl leaning against a brick wall which was so blood splattered it was hard to tell what the original colour had been. Her orange camp half blood T-shirt was covered in blood, and he could see a wound in her side oozing blood. She was pale and he could tell she'd already lost a lot of blood.
"Annabeth" The heart-wrenching cry tore out of him, and his heart broke, seeing her lying there, so vulnerable, and him helpless to do anything, but watch. If only he were there whith her right now. "Annabeth, no, you have to hold on- where are you- I'll get you help..."
"No seeweed brain," she whispered, her hand coming up as if to stroke his cheek, before falling limply down to her side."It's too late..."
"No. Annabeth, your not dying on me," he choked. " Remember? As long as we're together. You'll be fine. Do you have any ambrosia or nectar on you?" He wouldn't, couldn't , accept that she was dying before his eyes. There had to be something he could do. "Tell me where you are. I'll send help. Annabeth, please just hold on for me?"
He turned desperately, trying to figure out what he could do. He couldn't leave his cabin,but where else would he find help? Please, he prayed Athena, Apollo, dad- please. Help her. He didn't know if they heard but it was the best chance he had. "Chiron!" He shouted, hoping against hope that he would be heard. After all they had been through together, she couldn't just leave him
A rasping cough from the IM drew his attention. She looked even weaker now, blood seeping through her fingers at an alarming rate. "It'll be alright, Seeweed Brain,"she whispered. "I'll always love you. But please, don't blame yourself for this. It's not your fault." She said her voice getting weaker with every word she spoke
Percy had been in enough battles to know when someone was dying, and Annabeth was, but he refused to accept it. She was Annabeth, she was his wise girl- she couldn't just die. Not now, not when they had everything to live for. "NO!" He screamed, feeling the ocean outside respond to his tumultuous feelings. "Annabeth!" He yelled watching her eyelids droop and her breathing get shallower, paralysed whith his own uselessness. " I love you Annabeth," he choked out "Don't leave me. Please."
She managed a small smile. "Percy-I-I always loved you. Stay strong" she coughed. " I'll be waiting for you... in... Elysium..." And with that , the light , the beautiful, wondrous light, in her eyes went out,and she skinned to the ground.
