Together - A PJO Collab
Death
Hi! eding420 here, with a heavily edited version of Part 1 of Wise Girl.
Enjoy!
Everything going was fine, until Annabeth got stabbed.
The battle raged all around the demigods. Annabeth quickly surveyed the scene.
Unfortunately, the demigods were heavily outnumbered.
As usual.
She shuddered, feeling the déjà vu wash over her.
She couldn't help thinking
She couldn't help thinking back.
Years back.
A last stand
Stabbed
Poisoned knife
Ethan
Percy
She had saved Percy’s life.
“You would have done the same for me…”
Annabeth unsheathed her trusty drakon bone sword.
Playtime.
A hellhound suddenly leaped at her, viciously snarling.
Four hundred pounds of black fur and muscle.
Annabeth spun around, and slashed upwards, slicing the skull clean in half.
The hellhound disintegrated into shiny dust, and blew away in the breeze.
The demigods were divided into two groups.The main body rallied around the Athena Parthenos, atop Half-Blood Hill, contained the bulk of Camp Half-Blood, along with the First and Fifth Cohorts of the Twelfth Legion. The other three cohorts were located some distance away, taking the brunt of the attack. Unfortunately for Annabeth, that was also where she was.
"Greeks!" roared a voice to her immediate right.
"Lets, um, fight stuff!"
Percy
There he stood, as strong as ever. Sea-green eyes, tall frame, broad shoulders. He had never looked so magnificently beautiful. Percy had gained a couple of relatively minor cuts and bruises like everyone else had, but he had hardly noticed them.
Annabeth had had a crush on him since they were twelve.
She could still remember the day when he half-dragged himself onto the porch of the Big House and promptly collapsed. He had been dirty, and his clothes were torn up and cut from combat. He had killed the Minotaur, on his first day in camp, without an actual weapon. Many of the campers were jealous. Many of them had been waiting for years for a stupid quest, but this little newbie ends up slaying the fucking Minotaur, one of the most fearsome monsters in all of Greek Mythology.
But for Annabeth, it was love at first sight.
She had been watching him sleep, like the creepy stalker she was, when he suddenly woke.
"You drool when you sleep" she had said.
She had wanted to slap herself
The two of them started dating soon after the Battle of Manhattan.
Aphrodite had called them her favorite couple, and then ran off, screaming something about "Percabeth." Ugh.
Then Hera just had to whisk him away to that wretched Roman camp, erasing all of his memories, too.
Which gave Annabeth another reason to despise her.
Now they were back together again, surviving a fall into Hell itself.
She had thought the Underworld was bad.
Percy had talked about his dreams for the future.
College in New Rome.
Starting a family.
(A/N Ok, my first fight scene. *deep breath* *deep breath*)
Annabeth was shaken out of her thoughts by a hideous yell. She glanced up, just in time to see an empousa charge at her, screaming bloody murder, curved sword raised high above her head.
Annabeth raised her sword, and expertly parried the blow.
She feinted to the left, and thrust her sword into the abdomen of the monster.
The monster wailed and dissolved into glitter, and blew away in the warm breeze.
A shout went up through the crowd as the two groups of demigods, slicing through everything in their path, merged into one.
Leo had long disappeared into the clouds with his bronze dragon. Annabeth wasn’t sure how Leo had managed to repair him. The Argo II hadn’t been so lucky. Annabeth was surprised that it had held out for so long, after being slapped halfway across the world by Zeus.
Hmm. Maybe she had underestimated the annoying Son of Hephaestus.
Looking to her left, she noted Jason shooting into the sky, Piper by his side.
Fortunately, Piper wasn’t your average child of Aphrodite.
“A blond Superman” Percy had called him.
He was such seaweed brain sometimes.
Annabeth jogged over to where Percy was standing, a couple yards to her right. He was simultaneously fighting two cyclops. Percy glanced towards her as she approached, and a big grin lit up his face, from ear to ear. Annabeth couldn’t help but smile back. He quickly impaled the first cyclops in the stomach, pulled out Riptide, and brutally beheaded the second, Riptide glistening
He leaned in for a quick kiss.
“You know I love you.”
“Yes I do. Now get moving”
“My pleasure.”
The two leapt into action as one, covering each other’s backs like the old buddies they were.
Percy quickly charged a centaur, and brought his sword down, before moving on the the next. He swung Riptide in an arc, vaporizing the first row of monsters.
Annabeth fought her own set of monsters, a couple of feet away from Percy. The two already knew the other’s battle styles and strategies.
An ogre ran at her with his club. Annabeth sidestepped the clumsy monster, and plunged her scary sword into its ribs.. The ogre wailed hideously as it dissolved into dust.
Around her, the battle raged on, a tiny island of demigods in the middle of a sea of baddies, as Leo would probably remark.
“Repellere Equites!” Frank yelled, barely audible over the din of the hoard.
The Twelfth Legion raced forwards, demolishing a massive herd of centaurs, their spears bright with monster blood.
This isn’t so bad, Annabeth thought, as she parried a blow from a dracaena
Famous last words.
Annabeth finished off the empousa, pausing to take a breath.
Fluffy clouds floated in the blue sky.
Long Island Sound sparkled under the sun.
For a moment, Annabeth was at peace.
Under the sunlight.
Just one last battle
Just one last fight
left
in this world
XxXxXxX
Everything went very wrong, very quickly.
She had just finished off another monster, dust swirling in magical patterns around her feet.
But tragedy struck.
Pain, sharp pain flared in her lower back, cold and sharp.
Annabeth gasped, the very tip of a sharp sword jutting through the front of her orange shirt, just below her rib cage. She fell to her knees, swaying a little.
Time seemed to slow.
The world seemed too bright, the colors too vivid, the smells too pungent.
But Annabeth knew, deep down, that she wasn’t going to make it out of this one.
It was the end of the line.
Did it bother her?
Yes, a little.
But she had come to terms with her inevitable death, long ago.
The life of a demigod held certain, risks.
Sooner or later, everything would stop.
Everything had to end.
And world moved on.
Round and round.
It spun.
XxXxXxX
Ahead, Percy was finishing up his own cluster of monsters.
He turned his head, a proud smile already on his face.
His eyes widened.
“NO!” Percy cried out, in pure agony..
He sprints towards her, arm and hand outstretched.
So far away.
XxXxXxX
The all-powerful Annabeth Chase, stabbed, dying?
Still hard to stomach.
“Annabeth!”
Percy runs.
Horror is evident on his face.
She barely registers his sword passing over her, the monster dissolving into shiny dust.
“Shit… stay still”
She nods, weakly.
The struggles I face, are day to day
She doesn’t flinches as he pulls the sword out of her, inch by inch, until it hits the grass with a muffled clang. She topples to one side, a pool of magenta collecting beneath her, staining her clothes.
Are struggles that won’t seem to fade away
Percy pulls her into his lap.
The pain is dull, which surprises her.
“Well, this sucks.”
He can’t help but crack a smile.
Just a little.
“I thought I was the jokester around here.”
“You are.”
The world spins around her, colors blending, shapes indistinct.
She groans.
“Stay with me, Annabeth.”
He turns to the nearest camper, and yells for a medic.
He’s staying strong for her, and she knows it. He starts to dig through his pockets for a sip of nectar, maybe some insignificant morsel of ambrosia.
All for her, of course.
He loves her, more than anything else.
And she knows, because she loves him too.
More than anything else.
The Fates are cruel, cold-hearted bastards.
I wake in the morning, and what do I see
She doubles over, coughing, bright red staining the corners of her mouth, stabs of bright pain jolting her consciousness
Her vision swims, distorts.
He knows that his efforts are futile, that Thanatos is probably looking over his shoulder, silently observing.
A lost little girl, mourning to be
He holds her hand, tears slipping from his eyes. He is forever haunted.
Drip, drip.
She can feel her life ebbing away, drop by drop, into the grassy ground.
Annabeth has never, never, in all of her short demigod life, believed in sappy death scenes.
But now, she doesn’t know what to think.
Especially since thinking was getting more and more difficult.
“I’ll stay with you until the end, okay?”
“I love you, Seaweed Brain. F-forever and a-aways.”
“Me too. Forever and always.”
The stream of tears turns into a gushing river.
She had saved his life countless times, fought by his side in two fucking wars. He feels so helpless. Her bright hair is stained magenta.
The world dissolves around them.
The pain is gone now.
She is cold.
Percy’s face, hovering above is barely visible.
Quickly losing focus.
Dammit.
“Percy.” She whispers, just loud enough for him to hear.
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“I’ll… w-wait…for you…”
And with that, Annabeth felt herself sinking through the ground, already on the way.
XxXxXxX
He kneels there, holding the broken form of the girl he had loved.
Her blood, caking his jeans.
Her blood, soaking his sneakers.
Her blood, soaking his orange shirt.
He lets out a strangled cry, for everything that he’s gained, and for everything that he’s lost.
Nothing seemed to matter.
He would have ended his own life, right then and there.
But that was not what she would have wanted.
He is forever haunted.
Perseus Jackson, is broken.
If I could have just one more day and
wishes did come true,
I'd spend every glorious moment
side by side with you.
Recalling all the years we shared
and memories we made,
how grateful I would be
to have just one more day.
Where the tears I've shed are
not in vain and only fall in bliss,
so many things I'd let you know
about the days you've missed.
I wouldn't have to make pretend
you never went away,
how grateful I would be to
have just one more day.
When that day came to a close
and the sun began to set,
a million times I'd let you know
I never will
forget.
Aww, well. This took weeks to write, and a lot of encouragement from Hazel Knight. The various poems I used, except for
Just one last battle
Just one last fight
left
in this world
were found on the internet. Not mine!
Enjoy!
Everything going was fine, until Annabeth got stabbed.
The battle raged all around the demigods. Annabeth quickly surveyed the scene.
Unfortunately, the demigods were heavily outnumbered.
As usual.
She shuddered, feeling the déjà vu wash over her.
She couldn't help thinking
She couldn't help thinking back.
Years back.
A last stand
Stabbed
Poisoned knife
Ethan
Percy
She had saved Percy’s life.
“You would have done the same for me…”
Annabeth unsheathed her trusty drakon bone sword.
Playtime.
A hellhound suddenly leaped at her, viciously snarling.
Four hundred pounds of black fur and muscle.
Annabeth spun around, and slashed upwards, slicing the skull clean in half.
The hellhound disintegrated into shiny dust, and blew away in the breeze.
The demigods were divided into two groups.The main body rallied around the Athena Parthenos, atop Half-Blood Hill, contained the bulk of Camp Half-Blood, along with the First and Fifth Cohorts of the Twelfth Legion. The other three cohorts were located some distance away, taking the brunt of the attack. Unfortunately for Annabeth, that was also where she was.
"Greeks!" roared a voice to her immediate right.
"Lets, um, fight stuff!"
Percy
There he stood, as strong as ever. Sea-green eyes, tall frame, broad shoulders. He had never looked so magnificently beautiful. Percy had gained a couple of relatively minor cuts and bruises like everyone else had, but he had hardly noticed them.
Annabeth had had a crush on him since they were twelve.
She could still remember the day when he half-dragged himself onto the porch of the Big House and promptly collapsed. He had been dirty, and his clothes were torn up and cut from combat. He had killed the Minotaur, on his first day in camp, without an actual weapon. Many of the campers were jealous. Many of them had been waiting for years for a stupid quest, but this little newbie ends up slaying the fucking Minotaur, one of the most fearsome monsters in all of Greek Mythology.
But for Annabeth, it was love at first sight.
She had been watching him sleep, like the creepy stalker she was, when he suddenly woke.
"You drool when you sleep" she had said.
She had wanted to slap herself
The two of them started dating soon after the Battle of Manhattan.
Aphrodite had called them her favorite couple, and then ran off, screaming something about "Percabeth." Ugh.
Then Hera just had to whisk him away to that wretched Roman camp, erasing all of his memories, too.
Which gave Annabeth another reason to despise her.
Now they were back together again, surviving a fall into Hell itself.
She had thought the Underworld was bad.
Percy had talked about his dreams for the future.
College in New Rome.
Starting a family.
(A/N Ok, my first fight scene. *deep breath* *deep breath*)
Annabeth was shaken out of her thoughts by a hideous yell. She glanced up, just in time to see an empousa charge at her, screaming bloody murder, curved sword raised high above her head.
Annabeth raised her sword, and expertly parried the blow.
She feinted to the left, and thrust her sword into the abdomen of the monster.
The monster wailed and dissolved into glitter, and blew away in the warm breeze.
A shout went up through the crowd as the two groups of demigods, slicing through everything in their path, merged into one.
Leo had long disappeared into the clouds with his bronze dragon. Annabeth wasn’t sure how Leo had managed to repair him. The Argo II hadn’t been so lucky. Annabeth was surprised that it had held out for so long, after being slapped halfway across the world by Zeus.
Hmm. Maybe she had underestimated the annoying Son of Hephaestus.
Looking to her left, she noted Jason shooting into the sky, Piper by his side.
Fortunately, Piper wasn’t your average child of Aphrodite.
“A blond Superman” Percy had called him.
He was such seaweed brain sometimes.
Annabeth jogged over to where Percy was standing, a couple yards to her right. He was simultaneously fighting two cyclops. Percy glanced towards her as she approached, and a big grin lit up his face, from ear to ear. Annabeth couldn’t help but smile back. He quickly impaled the first cyclops in the stomach, pulled out Riptide, and brutally beheaded the second, Riptide glistening
He leaned in for a quick kiss.
“You know I love you.”
“Yes I do. Now get moving”
“My pleasure.”
The two leapt into action as one, covering each other’s backs like the old buddies they were.
Percy quickly charged a centaur, and brought his sword down, before moving on the the next. He swung Riptide in an arc, vaporizing the first row of monsters.
Annabeth fought her own set of monsters, a couple of feet away from Percy. The two already knew the other’s battle styles and strategies.
An ogre ran at her with his club. Annabeth sidestepped the clumsy monster, and plunged her scary sword into its ribs.. The ogre wailed hideously as it dissolved into dust.
Around her, the battle raged on, a tiny island of demigods in the middle of a sea of baddies, as Leo would probably remark.
“Repellere Equites!” Frank yelled, barely audible over the din of the hoard.
The Twelfth Legion raced forwards, demolishing a massive herd of centaurs, their spears bright with monster blood.
This isn’t so bad, Annabeth thought, as she parried a blow from a dracaena
Famous last words.
Annabeth finished off the empousa, pausing to take a breath.
Fluffy clouds floated in the blue sky.
Long Island Sound sparkled under the sun.
For a moment, Annabeth was at peace.
Under the sunlight.
Just one last battle
Just one last fight
left
in this world
XxXxXxX
Everything went very wrong, very quickly.
She had just finished off another monster, dust swirling in magical patterns around her feet.
But tragedy struck.
Pain, sharp pain flared in her lower back, cold and sharp.
Annabeth gasped, the very tip of a sharp sword jutting through the front of her orange shirt, just below her rib cage. She fell to her knees, swaying a little.
Time seemed to slow.
The world seemed too bright, the colors too vivid, the smells too pungent.
But Annabeth knew, deep down, that she wasn’t going to make it out of this one.
It was the end of the line.
Did it bother her?
Yes, a little.
But she had come to terms with her inevitable death, long ago.
The life of a demigod held certain, risks.
Sooner or later, everything would stop.
Everything had to end.
And world moved on.
Round and round.
It spun.
XxXxXxX
Ahead, Percy was finishing up his own cluster of monsters.
He turned his head, a proud smile already on his face.
His eyes widened.
“NO!” Percy cried out, in pure agony..
He sprints towards her, arm and hand outstretched.
So far away.
XxXxXxX
The all-powerful Annabeth Chase, stabbed, dying?
Still hard to stomach.
“Annabeth!”
Percy runs.
Horror is evident on his face.
She barely registers his sword passing over her, the monster dissolving into shiny dust.
“Shit… stay still”
She nods, weakly.
The struggles I face, are day to day
She doesn’t flinches as he pulls the sword out of her, inch by inch, until it hits the grass with a muffled clang. She topples to one side, a pool of magenta collecting beneath her, staining her clothes.
Are struggles that won’t seem to fade away
Percy pulls her into his lap.
The pain is dull, which surprises her.
“Well, this sucks.”
He can’t help but crack a smile.
Just a little.
“I thought I was the jokester around here.”
“You are.”
The world spins around her, colors blending, shapes indistinct.
She groans.
“Stay with me, Annabeth.”
He turns to the nearest camper, and yells for a medic.
He’s staying strong for her, and she knows it. He starts to dig through his pockets for a sip of nectar, maybe some insignificant morsel of ambrosia.
All for her, of course.
He loves her, more than anything else.
And she knows, because she loves him too.
More than anything else.
The Fates are cruel, cold-hearted bastards.
I wake in the morning, and what do I see
She doubles over, coughing, bright red staining the corners of her mouth, stabs of bright pain jolting her consciousness
Her vision swims, distorts.
He knows that his efforts are futile, that Thanatos is probably looking over his shoulder, silently observing.
A lost little girl, mourning to be
He holds her hand, tears slipping from his eyes. He is forever haunted.
Drip, drip.
She can feel her life ebbing away, drop by drop, into the grassy ground.
Annabeth has never, never, in all of her short demigod life, believed in sappy death scenes.
But now, she doesn’t know what to think.
Especially since thinking was getting more and more difficult.
“I’ll stay with you until the end, okay?”
“I love you, Seaweed Brain. F-forever and a-aways.”
“Me too. Forever and always.”
The stream of tears turns into a gushing river.
She had saved his life countless times, fought by his side in two fucking wars. He feels so helpless. Her bright hair is stained magenta.
The world dissolves around them.
The pain is gone now.
She is cold.
Percy’s face, hovering above is barely visible.
Quickly losing focus.
Dammit.
“Percy.” She whispers, just loud enough for him to hear.
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“I’ll… w-wait…for you…”
And with that, Annabeth felt herself sinking through the ground, already on the way.
XxXxXxX
He kneels there, holding the broken form of the girl he had loved.
Her blood, caking his jeans.
Her blood, soaking his sneakers.
Her blood, soaking his orange shirt.
He lets out a strangled cry, for everything that he’s gained, and for everything that he’s lost.
Nothing seemed to matter.
He would have ended his own life, right then and there.
But that was not what she would have wanted.
He is forever haunted.
Perseus Jackson, is broken.
If I could have just one more day and
wishes did come true,
I'd spend every glorious moment
side by side with you.
Recalling all the years we shared
and memories we made,
how grateful I would be
to have just one more day.
Where the tears I've shed are
not in vain and only fall in bliss,
so many things I'd let you know
about the days you've missed.
I wouldn't have to make pretend
you never went away,
how grateful I would be to
have just one more day.
When that day came to a close
and the sun began to set,
a million times I'd let you know
I never will
forget.
Aww, well. This took weeks to write, and a lot of encouragement from Hazel Knight. The various poems I used, except for
Just one last battle
Just one last fight
left
in this world
were found on the internet. Not mine!
Notes
Well, 1800 words. Not bad.
