Hey, Everyone!
I know I haven't updated this story in a while, and I'm sorry about that. I've been busy with camp, and I know Friday was supposed to be my last day, I kept saying that, but my mom signed us up for another week, so it will be a little while longer until quicker updates.
This chapter is supposed to be short, just so you know, and this is also the last Tartarus chapter.
Enjoy!
Chapter 42
Annabeth
Annabeth could hardly breathe.
She was trying her best. But the monsters were winning. There were too many. She was flocked on every side, and it was harder and harder to keep herself together, especially with an unconscious Percy sprawled across her left shoulder, his head pressing against the side of her neck.
She was wielding Riptide and her wooden cane at the same time, trying to kill as many as she could, but they just kept advancing, and she knew the old ones were just coming back together a little ways away. She felt doomed.
She swung her cane and took off another head. She stabbed a creature in the chest and watched it turn to dust around Percy's sword.
She continued to fight, but they kept closing in.
Percy had only been knocked out for a minute, so the bubble had only recently popped.
Annabeth didn't know how much air she had left. But she was starting to see dark spots, and the edge of her vision was darkening.
She kept fight, though. She was trying to get to the cave. She was trying to save the world. She was trying to save Percy, because he couldn't save himself right now.
She was going to keep fighting for him.
The adrenaline was pumping through her veins, along with panic, and she was going to keep fighting.
But her vision was slightly tunneling, and she was losing herself.
But was going to keep fighting. Because she had a responsibility. For her boyfriend and her world.
And she was going to get to those Doors and save them.
But spots were invading. She lost her grip on Riptide and it slipped away from her. She only had one weapon now.
She was going to survive this.
Right?
Thanks for Reading!