I had been in my room for a week. After I collected the tree branch I retreated to cabin one. I knew what they were making that branch into, and I didn't want to think about it. That branch had the capability of killing the boy I loved, I felt guilty have taken any part of it. I heard a scream in the middle of the night. My natural instinct was to grab my sword and shield and run to help. But I was afraid. I was afraid that when I found the source of the screaming... it would be Luke. Not really Luke, but his body, inflicting pain on someone else. I didn't think I could handle something like that, so I pulled the covers up over my head and tried to keep the tears form overflowing.
My eyes were heavy but I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I saw scenes of carnage, sometimes of Luke, sometimes of the others being killed by Luke. The sun was starting to creep in under the door. At this point my eyes were stinging, the salty tears just making them worse. That's when the earthquake hit, a crack spread through the floor. I got up and walked over to the now crooked door and opened it. The sun was rising, this was going to be the day, I could feel it. I walked over to Percy's cabin and took the spear out of the tub of sea water it was soaking in. I walked it back to my cabin and sat down on the porch.
At this point there were only two steps left; sharpened by the bone of a fallen hero and dipped in the blood of an innocent. Neither sounded so welcoming. I was sitting there when I saw them, the rest of the group was running towards me. Jason was holding a body. My first instinct was that it would be Luke's, but that body was much too small. I sighed with relief, then I felt awful. That was still a human being, who was obviously dead or dying and I was just relieved that it wasn't Luke. As they got closer I recognized the limp body as Leo.
This wasn't the goofy Leo that made me laugh under that tree the day they decided to Let Luke live. He wasn't smiling, he wasn't laughing, he wasn't even breathing. This was my fault, if I had just let them kill Luke non of this would have happened.
Jason rushed up the steps and gently put Leo down on the porch, "We need to stop the bleeding." There was a huge gash starting from his left shoulder, leading all the way down to his right hip. His eyes were closed, his skin pale. This is what death looked like.
I took of my hoodie and pressed it to his wound trying to help, "What happened?" Jason looked at me with guarded eyes, "Tartarus... he went after Percy and Leo stepped in front." I sucked in my breath. This boy had once justified the decision to let Luke live, and now he was on his death bed because of that very decision.
Percy was on the bottom step attempting to comfort a very stressed looking Annabeth. She nodded her head at whatever he was saying. He kissed her cheek and came up to where we were. "I think I might be able to help. There's a lot of water in blood maybe I can try and stop the bleeding." He put his hand on Leo's bloodied chest, for a moment it was working, the blood slowly started seeping back into his body. It looked just like what happens when Percy heals himself with water. After a few seconds Leo's eyes slowly fluttered open, followed by a heavy gasp. His breathing sounded painful, each breath sounded like a gurgle.
Piper grabbed his hand, "Come on Leo, you can't die." He grimaced, "Ah Pipes, I'm pretty sure..... I can." Even while dying he tried to make everyone laugh. But nobody did. He looked to Percy, "Percy.... you can't.... save me. The cut is...too deep. You need... to let... me... go." There was not a dry eye in sight. Hazel buried her face in Frank's shoulder, Frank was patting her hair, but it was obvious that he was crying too. Percy shook his head, "I'm not giving up on you Leo! You saved my life, now It's my turn.!" Leo chocked out what I assume was supposed to be a laugh. "You have. On more... than one... occasion. You've...saved the... whole world. Take... my.... blade. Sharpen the....spear. That's... all I ask." He started coughing and blood dribbled down his chin. Percy wasn't even trying to hide his tears as they streaked down his cheek and landed on Leo. "I'm so sorry Leo, I never really gave you the chance you deserved. You're one of the bravest demi gods I have ever met. I'm sorry this happened to you!" Leo took Percy's hand, "This isn't.... you're fault. If me death... helps... bring Tartarus... down... then it will not.... be in... vain. Just promise... me something." Percy nodded, "Of course, anything." Leo closed his eyes, "Get...calypso... off that island. I made... her a... promise. Tell her... I... I love her."
Those were Leo's last words.
Jason the one person we always looked to for structure even under great pressure, crumbled. He cried into Leo's shoulder before getting up and walking away. He picked up on the chairs on the porch and threw it watching it shatter as it hit a nearby tree. Everyone was in pieces.
I said my prayers over Leo's motionless body, took his sword and began to sharpen the end of the spear.