Quickening steps was all I could hear over the roaring of mourning souls.
Soon, he joined me. The one who had the idea to begin with.
Now, we were ready. Now was the only chance we had.
I took a couple breaths then closed my eyes and stepped in.
I felt the unrecognizable jolt run through my veins.
Yet no training nor words could prepare me for this pain.
I knew I had to open my eyes this time, otherwise, it would be then end of me.
I had to live. One chance. If I failed this time, no second chances. It was the real deal.
When my heart beat finally stopped racing, I knew I had to resurface.
My eyes flashed open. I was drowning. A feeling completely unknown to me.
I felt a tug, only to see a familiar face pulling me up.
As, I resurfaced, I only had one thought:
I survived.
A/N: So what do you think? What event am I describing? Hint: It takes place in The Last Olympian I thought this one was a little more obvious than my first one. Please review!