Percy's POV (aka Point Of View in case you don't know)
It was a quiet summer night, the perfect kind of night to walk through Central Park with your beautiful girlfriend. The temperate was just warm enough to allow us to wear short sleeves without feeling uncomfortable, and the mosquitos had decided to go bother someone else. The crickets were chirping on either side of the worn dirt path we were walking on, creating the soundtrack for our stroll through the park.

Next to me, I could see her golden hair glinting in the light from the lamps stationed every few yards. It shone like spun gold, and I knew that it felt like the softest material known to man.
Her name was Annabeth Chase. The most beautiful name I had ever known. I loved her with all my heart, in that moment and forever always.

I stopped her by tugging gently on our intertwined hands. "Annabeth," I whispered, not daring to break the peace of the night. "Let's stop here."

I led her to a park bench where we sat down. I hoped her silver dress, that matched the color of her eyes, wouldn't wrinkle too badly.

She leaned her head on my shoulder. Over the years, I had gotten taller than she was, which was a welcome side effect of puberty. "Percy," she murmured, "I love this. It's so quiet here, so peaceful... It's breathtaking."

I wrapped an arm around her. "It really is. After the chaos of camp, I think I love this even more." Silence enveloped us for a moment. "You know what I love even more though?"

I could feel her smiling against me. "What?"

"You." I stretched my neck downwards to kiss her on the tip of her nose. In retaliation, she tilted her head back to catch my lips with her own. When we drew apart, she whispered, "I love you too, Seaweed Brain."

I could see the playful smirk decorating her lips in the light from the street lamps, shining on her lip gloss. Pulling her closer into me, we snuggled on the park bench, watching the stars twinkle above us while listening to nature's moonlit concert.

In that moment, everything was perfect. As a demigod, I should've known everything would go horribly wrong.

We sat on that bench for another moment before it all went to hell. The only hint that my life would soon be over came in the form of a faint panting breath. A mortal probably would've put it off as their imagination, as the wind. But I was a demigod. Nothing is ever just your imagination if you're the spawn of a deity.

"Did you hear that?" I murmured to Annabeth, my voice hardly above a mutter under my breath. I knew she would hear me though. In a way so that no onlookers (such as monsters) would be able to tell, Annabeth nodded her head ever so slightly. My hand crept towards the pocket of my dress pants, reaching for my trusty sword, Riptide.

"On the count of three," I said in the same low, hidden tone. I began to count, but I only got to two before the park erupted. At least two dozen furry bodies, almost mistaken as dogs, rushed from the shadows and the vegetation, surrounding my girlfriend and me.

We had leapt from our sitting positions, now standing on the old bench, gazing at the sea of furred bodies. They all had visible claws and sharp fang-like teeth, but they weren't attacking.

Not yet.

"Werewolves," Annabeth breathed from her spot next to me. "Lycaon's pack, no doubt."

I had Riptide uncapped in my hand, the bronze blade glinting in the light. I cursed under my breath. "You wouldn't happen to have any silver weapons on you, would you?"

She smirked at me and pulled a small silver dagger out of seemingly thin air. "Expect the unexpected, Percy. Besides, we're demigods. When do things actually go right?"

Grinning at the girl I loved, I was about to chuckle with her when the werewolves decided they were done waiting. At some unseen signal, the entire pack of wolves swarmed our small bench from all sides.

Riptide wouldn't wound the beasts, but I still used the blade to fend them off as much as possible. Leaning against my back, Annabeth was cutting down as many wolves as possible with her small knife.

The battle seemed to be turning in our favor, against all odds. I was about to start a teasing, joking conversation with Annabeth, when I saw the wolf.

I glimpsed it out of my eye, crouching down low. I saw it's back leg muscles tense as it prepared to jump. It was behind the bench; it would have to jumpover the back to get to either of us. It knew it was close enough to us to actually get a strike in, however. I knew that too.

But it wouldn't matter that I knew. I could see in its eyes that it was aiming for Annabeth.
There wasn't enough time to warn her. I had to act, or the love of my life could be gone. I couldn't risk that.

In the split second of time I had to spare, I spun around and wrapped Annabeth in my arms. My spinning motion carried us around, so we were facing out into the park. The view was nearly identical to that of the park in the moment we shared before this attack.

Carefully enveloped in my arms, Annabeth was safe. My back, however, was left unprotected and wide open to the werewolf's attack.

I felt a burning pain coming from my right shoulder blade to the small of my back. Something embedded itself in my flesh before ripping free, no doubt leaving bloody trenches in my already scarred skin.

I think I might have screamed, but everything after that point is bathed in a fine layer of red-tinted haze from the pain. A second passed, and then i was laying on the ground, gazing blearily up into the face of an angel. Her lips were moving, but I couldn't hear anything over a buzzing in my ears that sounded like a thousand flies. I opened my mouth to tell her so, but I choked on a metallic-tasting liquid. I tried to spit it out, and most of it dribbled onto my shirt.

Another second passed, and the angel had disappeared. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her, with her blond hair flying behind her, striking down beasts with a small silver weapon. She looked like a wrathful goddess, bringing death to the creatures that have wronged her.

Gods, she was beautiful. Even half-delirious with pain, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

I blinked, and she was looking down at me again, her face wrinkled with worry. I lifted a weak hand, ignoring the red blood on my fingers, to her face, caressing her cheek. I smiled faintly at her, my lips no more than twitching. Then my hand fell back to the ground, and my eyes slipped closed.

I regained hearing long enough to hear her exclaim, "Percy!" Then the world dissolved into unending darkness.

Notes

Hi! This is my first story on this website, but I also have an account on fanfiction.net that I think everyone should check out! The link to this story on there is right here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12462425/1/Silent-Running
I will probably update that a little more often than I update this, but the chapters will be the same except for the author's notes. I'll try to keep this going on here as well as I can though! Time is not my friend, however, so don't expect too much. I hope you like this though! :)