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.
