Michael Yew
The rest of the Apollo campers had nearly made it to the edge of the bridge.
Except for me.
I was perched on a suspension cable, watching as Percy confronted Kronos, and I carefully knocked my last arrow.
"Michael, go!" Percy screamed up at me.
"Percy, the bridge!" I called back. "It's already weak!"
Percy looked confused, but then he glanced down at the fissures decorating the bridge.
"Break it!" I yelled. "Use your powers!"
Percy looked like he was having an inner struggle, but finally he stabbed his sword into the ground.
Water shot out from the crack like a geyser, near to dousing me.
The bridge shook and started to crumble. Kronos' demigods cried out and scrambled backwards, away from the growing chasm.
I shot my arrow, and it hit an enemy demigod in the shoulder. My bow slipped between my fingers, clattering behind Percy among the rubble.
Chunks of rock the size of houses rained down into the river. As the cables trembled precariously, I lost my balance, plummeting into the river along with the debris.
I had a few seconds to contemplate my life, but that was all I needed.
I'm sure you'll do good, Will, I thought as the wind buffeted me. Lead Apollo cabin. Make me proud.