Jason swung his sword, and decimated the last line of monsters. He smiled, tired, and looked around him observing the remaining demigods, the bravest of the brave. They were scattered, the army had been positively huge, but the battle was over. They had won. Suddenly, a glimmer of gold caught his eye. He began walking slowly, afraid of what he would find. As he approached, his heart leaped into his throat.
"Oh no. Oh no, oh no," he muttered, "someone get Percy!"
He ran forward, and there she lay, flat on her back, arrow in chest. Her gray eyes were wide, and tear tracks were etched on her face, as if she'd felt the sorrow as her life had left her. She looked like an angel someone had cut down. Percy was going to be devastated.
Piper ran up and gave a cry of shock. Gasps came from behind as Leo, Hazel and Frank joined them. Grover wailed, and Tyson began to sob. And then Percy ran up.
His eyes drew together in confusion, as if he was having trouble processing the sight of Annabeth lying dead. Then he fell to his knees, stared for a heartbeat, and gave a howl of rage and grief. Picking up her face between his hands he begged.
"Annabeth. Annabeth. Annabeth please! Don't leave me….ANNABETH."
He cried out his grief once more, and Jason felt tremors begin to shake the ground. Percy didn't seem to notice the shifting terrain, and wrapped Annabeth in his arms, lifting her and beginning to carry her. Where he walked, behind him the ground began to ripple and part. His face was tormented by Annabeth's sightless eyes, the blood dripping from her heart, ripping him to shreds. And still the ground moved as the Earth shattered.
Demigods began to shout, leaping out of the path of the roiling lands, as the son of the earth shaker broke the land, taking his revenge for the death of his one beloved, true love.