Hey guys! I'm baaaaaaaack! (I think...) :\ aaaaaanyway... this will be the second to last chapter of this story. I have no idea when the last chapter will come out... but, I'll try to get it up soon. Thanks for reading! And as always, relax, read, and REVIEW!
The blood that Percy bled as he… died... at the Acropolis watered the ground, and combined with the blood from the nasty slash down the inside of my right leg, the ground bubbled and boiled, Gaea fighting to rise to the surface.
I watched with keen satisfaction as the ground fought into a round shape, and as the free dirt formed the shape of a woman, and as this all happened, I dreamed of all the horribly painful ways I would send this woman back to Tartarus.
I was broken out of my thoughts by the menacing voice of the primordial goddess of the Earth, "Oh, my dear, sweet Annabeth. Where's your boyfriend? Or did my minions kill him?" She feigned a look of hurt before saying, "Oh, that's too bad, isn't it? Oh, well. I guess I'll just have to kill you so that you can join him!"
Before she could say another word, I raised Percy's sword that I had uncapped so that it now sat in my hand, it's blade gleaming in the noon sun.
I raced forward, aiming the blade into the gut of the goddesses stomach. The woman blocked my slash with a blade of her own that was she conjured from the earth. We jabbed and paired for what seemed for what seemed like forever.
We fought, and the only thing that existed was Percy's sword in my hand, the monster in front of me, and the determination and grief that was set in the features of my face, and the malice that was set in hers.
She aimed her blade of dirt at my stomach, but I used Riptide to disarm her and then proceeded to grab my dagger from the sheath that was strapped to my waist and aimed it at her heart. The blade struck true, sinking into her muddy flesh. I knew I could not kill her on my own, but I could keep her fighting, drainer of her energy until someone came to help.
Gaea screamed, the dagger lodged in her heart, and she crumpled to the ground, her grainy skin crumbling, fissures appearing in her skin that sand washed out of. Along with my dagger that went into her chest, three little points stuck out of her chest. As she fell to the ground, a wash of black hair and shining, yet sad, sea green eyes standing over her, his chest heaving. On first glance, I thought it was Percy, and hope rose in my chest, before I caught sight of the gleaming Celestial bronze armor, glinting in the sun, and underneath, the loud Hawaiian shirt that only the god of the Seas, Poseidon, can wear, and still look fashionable.
Seeing someone that looked so unmistakably like her boyfriend, the one who was now… dead. The word sent a hollow panging through her chest, and she fell to the ground, dropping Riptide to bring her hands up to her head and tears streamed down her face as she cried. No. Not cry. She full-on sobbed. Heartbreaking sobs.
Annabeth Chase, the strongest and smartest daughter of Athena, was broken. So utterly broken.
