Lee Fletcher

I knew it was my last battle.

The monster forces were emerging by the thousands from the Labyrinth, and the simple fact was:

We were outnumbered. Demigods were going to die.

There was no escape from our fate.

So I made the most of the time I had left.

I charged a giant, a golden bow in my hand and a determined gleam in my eye.

I wove around it's massive feet, grabbed the edge of it's tunic, and before I knew it I was scaling the monster.

It roared and tried to swat me off, but I managed to fire an arrow into it's eye before I was flung off.

I smashed into the ground, probably breaking several bones in the process. I groaned and tried to stand, but only succeeded in struggling to my knees. Red stained the ground beneath me.

The giant advanced, swinging a huge wooden club menacingly.

In that moment, time seemed to freeze.

I could see Michael, fighting a hellhound a few yards away.

I'm sorry, I thought bitterly. For leaving you.

I could see Will, glowing yellow and tending to the wounded, looking worse for wear.

Take care of him, I prayed to Michael. Forgive me.

Time sped up again, and the club came racing towards my head.

Black enveloped my vision, and my last coherent thought was, Crap.