This one is a tad shorter then the others, but I assure you, it is ok.
I ran towards Annabeth's yelling, and instantly ran into trouble on the way. Trouble being Themis. I don't think she was too happy to see me, especially after I punched her and broke her pretty little nose. She was blonde, just like Athena, but her eyes were cold blue.
"So, we meet again, little girl." She sneered.
"Don't call me little girl. I recon that last time we met, the 'little girl' broke your pretty little nose." I said, rather rudely. Now, do not ever talk to a Titaness like this, unless you are A) invincible. B) Afraid of nothing. Or C) you've got nothing to lose. Well, I have none of those, but I guess I survived the last fight. Her face went red with anger, and she started glowing. I had enough sense to turn and run in the other direction before I got incinerated. I ran down another hallway, and I got closer to the shouting. If I hadn't stopped when I did, I would've run straight into a few baby Cyclops'. They spotted me, and immediately started to attack me. So on instinct, I fought back. The Cyclops' weren't the problem, its when I got distracted that was the issue. There only had been three Cyclops' so I got through them easily. I turned and started to figure out how to unlock the doors that imprisoned my friends, but I had completely forgotten about Themis. She's got really good timing too. I was almost done hacking the lock to pieces when she hit me over the head with the hilt of her celestial bronze sword. I immediately fell to the ground, felt pain spread through my body, and blood making its way down my neck and soaking my shirt and armour. I heard the yelling start again, and then a bright light hovering over me. I realized that Themis was holding her hand over my head, and it was glowing really brightly.
"Hold on!" cried a familiar voice. I heard a big crash of metal on stone, and then Themis had been tackled to the ground. I could feel myself starting to fade, id been through so much, id been injured so many times.
I heard Nico's voice through the shouting; it was sharp, crisp and clear.
"She's almost gone." he said. Everyone stopped when they registered what he had just said. That's when the panicking started. People started rushing over to me, mostly Apollo's kids. They were trying to heal me, but I kept pushing them weakly away. I didn't want to be with any of them when I died; I wanted to be with one person.
"Will." I murmured sleepily. My eyelids starting to feel like they had weights attached, but I fought to keep them open, afraid that if I closed them again, they'd never re-open. Whispers erupted from the group of Apollo kids huddling around me while the others fought off Themis.
"Will." I said, a bit louder. A girl –McKenzie- stood up and shouted something that I couldn't hear because my ears were ringing from all the blood flowing to my head. The crowd separated and I saw through blurry vision the familiar blonde headed boy come running to my side.
"Go help!" he said in a very strained voice. I could tell he was close to tears because he never sounded like that. His sibling immediately did as told as Will picked me up bridal style and carried me into a different hallway, all the while telling me to please keep my eyes open. It was getting harder and harder to comply, but he finally set me down. He raised his hand over the wound on my head; I pushed it away as best I could.
"Don't." I said, my voice was weak.
"No." he said stubbornly, raising his hand again. I didn't have the strength to push it away, so I moved closer to him; my head was in his lap. His pants were completely ruined with my blood by now, I suspected. He started humming a frantic hymn to his dad, and his hand was glowing. The hymn once again sounded like a lullaby. My eyes drifted closed, and the pain took over.
"Not your fault." I whispered almost so inaudible that not even a bat would've heard it.
"No! Avis, don't! Please! I love you; I want to spend the rest of my life with you! Please." Sobbed Will, taking my head in his hands. I couldn't see his expression, but I could feel his tears dripping on my face, but I didn't mind.