Annabeth
After about twenty minutes – who cares? – Percy untangled himself from my lap and stood up to pick up Nico's sword, stranded a few meters behind us. I... I pulled out my knife, the one I always cared with me, the one which had killed the Siren, and which was in my boot again (guess Percy had done that...). I held it in my hand, and knew it would be for the last time. It would stay with Nico, this was my gift to him. He would have it in Elysium.
I heard Percy come back and stop next to me.
He raised the sword height above his head to have enough force to plant it in the ground, when I suddenly heard someone scream: "Shoot!"
It couldn't be true...
Clarisse
The boy didn't hear me scream, he just left up Nico's sword a bit higher, so he could gash harder on Annabeth. He didn't saw the arrow one of Apollo's kind shoot.
The silver arrow cleave trough the sky, and knew it would be in time.
We had saved Annabeth.
Great.
Annabeth
"Shoot!" Oh Gods...
Three things popped up in my head in one hundreds second:
-They were shooting on Percy, don't ask me why.
-They were not going to miss
-Percy hadn't heard anything
And four: I was going to lose him again. And I really didn't know how to prevent that.
But then, my body started moving on itself. With my knife, I immediately hack in Percy's knee hole.
In a gasp of pine he fell though his leg. The arrow only touched his hair.
"What the hell, Annabeth!" He cried, gripping his knee. But I jumped on my feet and stood for Percy, looking at the ones who had shooted.
"What are you doing, Clarisse? Are you crazy?" I shouted.
