Percy:
"Run, Percy!" Annabeth shouted at him, her hair was scorched as the dragon flew over camp. How could that be? How could I leave her? Percy thought, angry with himself. It could have been a good, normal night at CHB and nothing was ever wrong until the dragon swept and scorched some of the campers. No, it was not that Percy that minded it was the prophecy they have heard the nights before.
"Time as to tell,
Deities shall fail at rise of the gale.
He shall rise again; the gods will kneel at them.
Hand in hand, they must fight.
Or death and doom shall rise."
Death and doom shall rise, Percy muttered as he ran through the vast forest of the camp. His own shirt was burned and his arm, scorched by the dragon fire. He fought the Dragon with water, only water could end fire, Percy thought. Annabeth was shouting commands at the campers.
"Apollo cabin, take some shelter and ready to shoot arrows!" Percy heard her say.
The camp was in chaos, Percy could have fought beside Annabeth but a harpy clawed his shoulder and dropped him far off from her. He fought with it, slash through the Harpy's wings and it turned into dust. As he fell to the ground a pack of hellhounds was at him, ready.
"Apollo, grant me strength." A camper prayed and a rain of arrows came at Percy he only have seconds to realize what was happening then he ran, side to side and three of the hellhound was hit squarely at the center of their heads. Only six left, Percy counted and shouted to the group of Apollo's kids. "Go with the dragon! I can handle this."
Riptide was unsheathed, his magical pen that turns into sword. Faint light glowed from it, celestial bronze the only metal that could kill a monster but cannot harm a mortal. A growl from the hellhound was issued at his back, he dodged it as it attacks, slashing through its hind legs and the hellhound came whimpering, the other five looked at their kin and growled at Percy.
"Nice doggies," Percy said, "Now, stay… stay.." but the hellhounds take him no heed and attacked all at once. Side steps, slashes, dodge and roll. Percy danced for his life; the sound of cracking jaws was his music. He stabbed a hound in the eyes and it dissolved, the other one accidentally bit the other and it turned to dust. Three, two. Percy counted again. He stood there eying the other two hellhounds, panting, taking a deep breaths but before the biggest hound could impale its sharp teeth and leapt at the air a screech came and it turned to dust. What happened? Percy saw a form, emerging, blonde hair, scorched and his grey eyes.
"We don't have vaccine for rabies, seaweed brain!" Annabeth hissed at him. Percy could not help himself but smile at the sight of her, the hellhounds only one left and a child of Apollo pierced its arrow in the belly and it turned to dust.
"We need to get all the campers out of here." Annabeth said, her cap was on his hand and the other hold a dagger.
"But this is the safest place we could hold them." Percy said before he realised what is happening again, he looked at the surrounding and saw chaos. Campers wounded and shouting at each other, monsters emerging from where the hell it have been, there's too many and in the sky, three dragons spit fires.
"Not anymore." Annabeth said, tightening her jaw. "This must have something to do with the prophecy."
Yes, this is always something about the prophecy. Percy thought but never said it to Annabeth, he just stared at her. No, not again, he thought, not again that we should be apart.
"You need to be out of here and I'll lead the other campers out of safety." Annabeth spoke again, her eyes was sure and Percy know she have planned this well carefully enough.
"I could help you with—" Before Percy could finished his sentence Annabeth glared at him and cut him off.
"No, you need to be away, you are the only son of Poseidon and we could always spare a kid of Athena." No, you will not die, Percy thought angrily at her and clenched his jaw but she's right, she's always right. She is smart and idiot both. Percy is defeated by the looks in the Annabeth's eyes, he could not concur anymore, this is all she planned and Percy could not change it. Maybe this last time.
"A good luck kiss, maybe?" He said miserably.
"If you promise to leave." Annabeth smiled sadly. Only, if you could come with me.
Amidst the chaos and roar of both monsters and campers, Percy leaned closer at Annabeth's face, her breath, a scent Percy could not forget, her eyes wise but Percy felt tears streaming down from it then their lips met together in one sweet taste. You will not die, I will not have you lost again, Percy thought.
But before they could said their farewells a dragon came from the sky and shot a ball of fire, sending both of them into the air, Percy's arm was caught, he remembered the talons of the Harpy that clawed it and now it was much more painful as the fire burns it.
"Run, Percy!" That was the last of Annabeth's words and Percy ran and ran until the camp's chaos was left behind into faint roars, the fire only smoke visible in the sky.
"Percy. Wake up, there's food." He heard someone, blonde hair and grey eyes and a heartwarming smile. He bolted up and grasped for air, "Annabeth?" He said but as he looked around there's no one, it's just a dream and the thick forest was just his companion there's no Annabeth to be found.
The morning mist lingered and Percy decided to start walking again with riptide back from being a pen. It was two days since the chaos at camp and he regretted everything, why did I run? He thought in distraught, I am the son of Poseidon I must have save the camp maybe once more or Annabeth, I shouldn't have ran. Percy has a lot of troubles in his mind and his stomach rumbles as bad. He kept on walking and walking, his destination was not known but he pressed. He saw some of the fruits that hanged from the trees and grabbed and ate it but it wasn't enough. Father, if you can hear me, please keep her safe, he said his prayer as he burned a piece of fruit in the fire.
A growl issued and broke the silence of the forest.
"Oh no, not now." Percy mumbled under his breath and waited for anything to come, his stomach his rumbles still. A hiss here and there, he heard and then a moment later a dracanae appeared.
"I still have not eaten yet, demigod!' She said and her tail waggled and she sniffed the air, "Oh a son of the big three. I can smell the salt from you and I want to taste the salted demigod." And then she laughed.
Percy grabbed the pen and sooner it was transformed into a sword. "You will not like the taste of me. Can't you see? I'm burned and dirty." He said.
"I always wanted a roasted one." And the dracanae leapt and attacked him, Percy dodged but the tail of the snake-woman paddled him and thrown him against a tree he grimaced as he felt the burnt arms and his head and vision swam but he stood again, his sword, ready.
The snake-woman kept on attacking and Percy was hit again, one time or more but then he saw and opening, sliding against the moist soil of the forest and stabbing the snake-woman in the belly, the monster grimaced and spat at him but before it could reach his face it turned into dust. Time to move again, Percy decided not wanting to meet yet another monster; if this one caught his scent another will come again.
