Author's Note:

Hey guys, this is Chapter 13 for you all! Thanks again for reviewing and favouriting the story, hopefully more readers get to see this, but I doubt it. I've read so many action novels and asked my friend Olivia (no account, I wish she does so I could give credit to her and recommend her, best action-packed stories ever!) to help me for the action, fighting scenes (but only a bit) and the result is this written chapter, so I am sorry if I took a long time.

Athena's Wise Owl: Thanks for your suggestion; I'll keep a part of that idea in mind. And yeah, I'm kinda like you, I also have like weird dreams when I read stories and when I write one and I include it in my stories. It's a crazy way of method for me :D

Child of Wisdom: thank you for your reviews, I am actually happy you love my story; I'm a huge fan of your stories.

Anyways to all my other lovely readers, I love ya'll equally and so much, I try update whenever I can and post the best stories with almost original plots as I possibly can, so KEEP ON reviewing, I NEED them to know if I am doing well , it'll make my day, so anyways, without further a due, this is Chapter 13 READ, REVIEW, ENJOY! Xoxo

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P.S. : You might know a certain scene from Hunger Games…I thought it would be cool to add something similar to that…you'll find out soon, just read along This is the first (and maybe the only chapter) I will be using double POVs.

Rescuing Malcolm

(Percy)

"Commander Jackson, Miss Chase….we have found the Spartan army's base camp…."

Those were the words that suddenly made Annabeth's face light up…I loved it when she had that expression on her face, it made her look like a child who got a present from his parents and more alive than she was since the past month. She felt depressed on Malcolm's kidnapping; it took her a while to get her back up in her feet. She started to be livelier and back to normal, training for war and doing her second-in-command duties.

"We'll do the rescue mission tonight, thank you troops, you are dismissed." I say in a stern voice. They both saluted me and left me alone again with Annabeth, who was looking to some place far away. I put an arm around her shoulders, breaking her gaze.

"Percy, do you think we would be able to save Malcolm?" she asked worriedly, turning to me. I kissed the side of her head and she leaned on to me, I looked at her, trying but unsuccessfully trying to hide her blush. But wait…she said WE?

"Annabeth, you won't come to the rescue mission, I don't want to lose another soldier…" I said as a defiant excuse, turning her to face me. In truth, yes, we've lost soldiers in those types of attacks but knowing those, I don't want to ever lose her. They've took Malcolm, so I can't let them take Annabeth.

"Percy, he's my brother, one of the people who means the most to me, and it's my fault he got captured, it should've been me. Let me come, please I ask this of you once only." she said, with a few tears streaming down her face. I think she knows I can't bear the sight of her crying. I put my hand up to her face, cupping her face as I wiped the tears off her face.

"Annabeth, I don't know….I can't let you go….you don't know the dangers of this mission." I said hesitantly, looking down, trying to find another way to keep her from not going.

"I know it has danger, but I am willing to do it for my brother. Please, Percy, for me…" she said, about to tear up.

"Okay, you can come," I said, seeing the smile on her face. "Come now; let's go plan the strategy for tonight." I said, still with my arm around her shoulder and going down the hill, back to the camp.

LATER AT NIGHT

It's already past twilight and we are waiting for the Spartan's fires to die out, here in a secluded part of the forest. Tonight it's a new moon, so it is completely dark and perfect. One thing I have learned from my missions, it's best to attack during nightfall, when everyone is clueless and tired.

I looked behind me, seeing who the people I brought along for the journey, which included Luke and Annabeth. Well, Luke accompanied us since he was some of the best swordsmen around the army. He, I have learned was the man who comforted Annabeth, at first there was that strange anger boiling inside of me until I was told he had a wife back home, whom he loved with all his heart by an unmentionable source and happens to be one of Annabeth's good friends.

"Percy," Annabeth said which made me turn her attention to her. She wore a short Greek dress with armour, gladiator sandals, and Greek armour. Her hair was pulled up and it flowed on a ponytail on a hole cut on her helmet. "Will you please promise me you'd get Malcolm no matter what?"

"Of course, we'll do whatever we can do." I said. She was smiling and blushing at the same time. She didn't turn away this time, thinking I couldn't see her blush, when I could from the far away light that flickered from the Spartan's torches could show enough light for me to see her face or my troops faces any clearly.

Hours seemed to pass by until the torches came out. I gave the signal out to the rest who nodded and got into position. I nodded to Annabeth and she smiled then she did something unexpected. She kissed my cheek and said. "Good luck, Percy…."

I nodded, flushing a bit, but I pray to the gods, hopefully it is not noticeable. I put my helmet on and signalled for Luke and Annabeth to come to me. They nodded and they went behind me. We carefully went through the front gate…yes, the nice approach, but you can do that when everyone's asleep.

But the part when everyone is asleep….I had a mistake because as soon as we stepped inside the camp's boarders, a hang grabbed my ankle and I tried to shake it off, trying to get it to release me. I thought it would work but suddenly the guard's eyes opened. He grinned and pulled me down…he quickly grabbed a club with some linen cloth tied onto it by a thick rope. In a while he lit it up and put it in a wooden pole which lit up the rest of the torch poles surrounding the torch pole.

"Seaweed Brain, you fool, what have you done?" Annabeth shouted.

I panted, trying to get up and said. "Annabeth, Luke, get Malcolm, we'll hold them off. Hurry go!" they nodded. I watched them leave and the guard had an evil grin in his face, seeing me lie on the ground.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? The lover boy…." he said unsheathing a sword and putting the tip of the sword to my lip. "Well, as soon as the troops wake up we'll kill you and all your friends…especially that girl….everyone knew you would come for him because your little woman there was desperate…now, you fell for our trap."

His sword started running on a straight line on my mouth, its sharp edge cutting it. It has a searing pain to it. It suddenly stopped, I looked up and the Spartan guard said. "Wait…why don't I make your death slow, painful, and brutal? I mean I start with your mouth so that you won't get to kiss the lady…girl there,"

"Don't worry, I won't be the one to kill your little love, we have more brutal killers in our arsenal," he continued. He raised his sword, which he plans to plunge to my heart, through my chest. I was quite ready to die but a voice in my head that sounds like Annabeth's says. "No, Percy, don't fail me, please, don't leave me alone, and don't die, live for me….."

I don't know if it was true or not, but in a split second, I rolled out of the sword plunge, which made the guard's sword plunge deeply into the earth. He was mad, grumbling, trying to pull the sword out. I smiled, thinking this was my opportunity and with the hilt of my sword, hitting his temple hard, thus making him unconscious.

Right now, Spartans were waking up, and starting to attack the few ten troops I brought along. I picked up my sword from the dusty ground, which somehow fell out of my hand, and ran to join the fight.

(Annabeth)

I ran as fast as I can, looking for where Malcolm was held captive. Luke ran off to fight. I couldn't believe Percy did such an unwise action that could possibly make our stealthy mission to save my brother into a battle before the actual battle. Sometimes I wonder how he became a commander, but I admit, his fighting skills are extraordinary. Anyways, it seems like I am running for my life.

I looked all around and when I was about to give up hope, I looked at the poles, there were men tied up their tightly in ropes, against the pole. I got a torch from one of the torch poles and I went to the pole for a closer and clearer look.

The sight that I've seen shocked me….Malcolm was tied to that pole; he was unconscious or worse…dead. I started crying, thinking this is too late. My eyes were blurred by my tears as I undid the knot. I couldn't believe we didn't save him earlier. His face and body was covered with bruises and cuts. I had an extended knowledge of different types of knots and unknotting them. As soon as I finished unknotting him out, I held him to my arms and cried.

Suddenly I smelled smoke, my eyes widened as I saw the sight of hot, burning flames…someone must have knocked out one of the torches. I also felt a searing pain on my back, before I knew it; I felt weak and felt my eyelids go heavy, heard myself screech, and the sour taste of dried blood (A/N: I don't know how dried blood tastes like, so…I don't wanna know, I just made it up that it's sour). The last thing I saw coming out of the flames was a man coming towards me.

(Percy)

CLING! CLANG! SLASH!

Those are the sounds of swords and weapons clashing. My sword clashed so many times with a Spartan weapon, I decided to slide my foot underneath his, and knock him out with the hilt of my sword. I was looking for someone else to fight when I smelled smoke. I turned to see burning flames in a circle around camp. I have to find Annabeth….I ran through the battle to find out where she was.

After a while, I found her, a Spartan soldier slashed his sword deep on her back as she was sobbing next to a body, and she screeched and fell to the ground. Suddenly a Greek soldier pierced him on the back with a Spartan spear.

"Percy, help me here!" Luke's voice said, as he got Malcolm's body out of Annabeth's arms and carried him, piggyback style.

I ran to Luke's side and knelt besides Annabeth's body, hopefully not corpse, and lifted her up to carry her. I nodded to Luke and we ran out, the soldiers who saw us, knocked out the soldier they fought with the hilt of their swords and followed us, running out of the Spartan camp in flames.

We kept on running, through the forest, dodging low branches, jumping over stones, boulders, and creeks. After a long run, we reached the Greek camp boarders…suddenly I felt weak and exhausted,my sight went hazy and blurry, then I suddenly dropped to the ground with Annabeth, wrapped around my arms.