"The wound is poisoned," Artemis said.

"Atlas poisoned her?" Percy asked.

"No," Artemis said. "Not Atlas."

She showed us the wound in Zoe's side.

I could barely look at the wound. She had charged into battle against her father with a horrible cut already sapping her strength.

"The stars," Zoe murmured. "I cannot see them."

"Nectar and ambrosia," Percy said. "Come on! We have to get her some."

When did she get this wound? I let this happen…

No one moved. Grief hung in air. The army of Kronos was just below the rise. Even Artemis was too shocked to stir. We might've met our doom right there, but then I heard a strange buzzing noise.

I was actually going to believe this was the end. Because as the noise drew closer, I coughed out a lot more blood then last time. Artemis snapped out of it and looked at me, "Wyatt!"

Everyone's eyes were on me. I looked at Zoe and smiled, "Well…I guess I'm going with you…" I said and kneeled over, and coughed some more. The amount of blood I lost today shows that I might actually die…

For good…

Annabeth came over to me, "You're not going to die on us!" Percy came over too, Artemis, Thalia and Bianca stayed with Zoe. Just as the army of monsters came over the hill, a Sopwith Camel swooped down out of the sky.

I tried to look up, but when I moved, pain shot through my entire body, "AHH!" I cried out. Before I could fall on my face, Annabeth caught me. "Wyatt…You have to hang on. Please!"

I smiled weakly, "Can't you…See I'm trying?"

Tears were streaming down her cheeks. Artemis was concerned with both of us, but she stayed with Zoe, "Get away from my daughter!" The guy from the Sopwith Camel plane shouted. He brought out a machine gun, and then he opened fire, peppering the ground with bullet holes and startling the whole group of monsters into scattering.

Annabeth looked up at the guy with disbelief, "Dad?"

"Run!" he called back, his voice growing fainter as the biplane swooped by.

This shook Artemis out of her shock. She stared up at the antique plane, which was now banking around for another strafe.

"A brave man," Artemis said with grudging approval. "Come, We must get Zoe and Wyatt away from here."

I couldn't see what she was using, but it made a clear sound that echoed down the valleys of Marin. "Hang in there!" Thalia told her. "It'll be all right!"

The Sopwith Camel swooped down again. A few giants threw javelins, and one flew straight between the wings of the plane, but the machine guns blazed.

"That's… my dad!" Annabeth said in amazement.

We don't have time to be admiring his flying, because I heard hear an army marching towards us…But it was getting faint, this happened before. Something landed beside us, "Get in," Artemis said. Annabeth and Percy helped me onto what seemed like a sleigh. And then Percy helped Artemis with Zoe and then everyone else got on. My vision was getting blurry.

"Like Santa Claus's sleigh," Percy murmured, still dazed with pain.

Artemis said. "Indeed, young half-blood. And where do you think that legend came from?"

Behind us I could hear a faint sound of an airplane, But far behind us was the roar of Atlas. I tried to speak but no wards came out. We landed, Annabeth was the first to get out. I couldn't do anything now, can't move, can't talk, and can't feel.

Percy was above me, and then he gently put me on the ground, my eyes were half closed, I forced myself to move, I forced everything out of me to say this, "Annabeth…I'm sorry…Percy watch over everyone."

Above me Annabeth looked down at me, "Like you said before, things happen for a reason! It's not your fault!" She cried, Percy looked down at me with a sad look, "I can't do this alone Wyatt…You have to hang on just a little longer." His voice broke.

He looked at Artemis, "Can't you heal them with magic!? I mean…You're a goddess…"

Artemis looked troubled. "Life is a fragile thing, Percy. If the Fates will the string to be cut, there is little I can do. But I can try."

She tried to set her hand on Zoe's side, but Zoe gripped her wrist. She knows this just as well as I do, we can't be saved at this point. "Have I… served thee well?" Zoe whispered.

"With great honor," Artemis said softly. "The finest of my attendants."

Zoe's voice faded, "Rest…At last."

I was breathing slowly, my breathing decreased more and more. Percy looked at me, "Come on Wyatt…This quest wouldn't have been a success without you. We need you for more quests. We need the god of mortals to stay with us."

I shook my head, "Thank…You for everything…For being my friend."

My eyes were slowly closing, "…Wyatt?" someone said, their voice growing more faint as my vision darkened, "WYATT!"

Those were the last words I heard before everything went dark, for the last time.

3rd pov

"Wyatt! Wake up!" Annabeth cried, Percy looked down, disappointed he couldn't do anything to help Wyatt Knight. Artemis was too shocked to say anything. At Artemis's lap. Zoe was still alive…But she was also dying. "Bianca…Take care of the hunt for me…" Zoe said.

Bianca had tears streaming down the sides of the cheeks, she nodded, "I will...I will..."

Zoe looked straight up. "Stars," she whispered. "I can see the stars again, my lady."

A tear trickled down Artemis's cheek. "Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight."

"Stars," Zoe repeated. Her eyes fixed on the night sky. And she did not move again.

Thalia lowered her head. Annabeth gulped down a sob, and her father put his hands on her shoulders. Percy watched as Artemis cupped her hand above Zoe's mouth and spoke a few words in Ancient Greek. A silvery wisp of smoke exhaled from Zoe's lips and was caught in the hand of the goddess. Zoe's body shimmered and disappeared.

Artemis got up, and said a kind of blessing, breathed into her cupped hand and released the silver dust to the sky. It flew up, sparkling, and vanished.

Annabeth gasped. Looking up in the sky, while she was staring up, she noticed that the stars were brighter now. They made a pattern she had never noticed before—a gleaming constellation that looked a lot like a girl's figure—a girl with a bow, running across the sky.

"Let the world honor you, my Huntress," Artemis said. "Live forever in the stars." She looked at Wyatt's body, a trail of blood was going down on the side of his mouth, and then she had a pained look on her face, "No matter what happened, if I declined or accepted, you would die…"

The thunder and lightning were still boiling over Mount Tamalpais in the north. Artemis was so upset she flickered with silver light. "I must go to Olympus immediately," Artemis said. "I will not be able to take you, but I will send help."

The goddess set her hand on Annabeth's shoulder. "You are brave beyond measure, my girl. You will do what is right."

Then she looked quizzically at Thalia, as if she weren't sure what to make of this younger daughter of Zeus. Thalia seemed reluctant to look up, but something made her, and she held the goddess's eyes.

She looked down at Wyatt's body one more time, "His body will not decay…I think you should have a memorial for him. Everyone should honor him, he has done so much for me…" She trailed off and then she mounted her chariot, which began to glow. They averted their eyes, and then there was a flash of silver, and the goddess was gone.

"Well," Annabeth's dad sighed. "She was impressive; though I must say I still prefer Athena."

Annabeth turned toward him. "Dad, I… I'm sorry that—"

"Shh." He hugged her. "Do what you must, my dear. I know this isn't easy for you."

His voice was a little shaky, but he gave Annabeth a brave smile.

Then from the north they heard the whoosh of large wings. Three pegasi descended through the fog: two white winged horses and one pure black one.

"Blackjack!" Percy called.

"It was rough," He said.

Percy looked at Wyatt's body, Thalia, and Annabeth did the same. "So…Who's going to ride with him?" Percy said as if Wyatt didn't die. Annabeth looked away, Thalia rubbed her arm, "You were closer to him than me you should do it, Percy."

Annabeth's dad put his arm around her shoulder as she cried. Percy nodded, "Yeah…One last favor…"

After they saddled up, Annabeth's dad helped put Wyatt's body on Blackjack. Once he was sure Percy had a good handle on Wyatt, he went over to his daughter, and gave her a hug. He turned and raised his hand in a sad farewell and trudged away across the dark field.

Together they soared over the bay and flew toward the eastern hills. Soon San Francisco was only a glittering crescent behind us, with an occasional flicker of lightning in the north.

So there is actually going to be three more chapters, I had a lot of ideas pop into my head last night lol.

Thanks for reading! And I hope you all have an awesome day!

Rilurz~