Annabeth's PoV
Pain.
It surrounds and engulfs me. I feel it with my strained hands. I touch it I hold it. I feel it in my weak pulse. It's a pain that crushes, that blinds the senses to anything unrelated to the horrible agony. It pounds and weighs down with malice, it engulfs the thoughts. Everything but the hope of relief by any means of escaping the burden. This pain is cold, so cold but the pressure makes me burn. The weight of endurance. Who knew I could hold out this long? But for how much longer? Its not a good pain. The pain of a lessoned learned, of being refined in the fire.
My eyelids droop, my knees want to bend and let me fall, and be crushed and end this all consuming pain.
It's the pain of being forced to live when you can live no longer under the weight of the sky.
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