Chapter 119

Out of the fireball big flaming arrows were shot out, each aimed at Percy. Using Le Bete's improved speed Percy managed to dodge most of them. Each arrow flew but Percy simply moved away before it could attack him.

Hyperion then poured more energy into the attacking causing him to become dimn but the ball of fire grew bigger as double the amount of arrows started to fly out. Percy seeing this moved all over camp, He passed by the cabins, the Mess Hall and finally ended up near the Arena again where he tripped and fell down.

Percy then got up and saw an arrow flying right at him. He wouldn't be able to make it. It was to fast. Closing his eyes Percy challenged his remaining mana into his Marble Skin ability and closed his eyes waiting for the impact.

Only it never came.

Percy opened his eyes and there in front of him was the fire arrow inches from his face. But it wasn't moving, it lost all it's thrust. And standing in front of Percy with the arrow sticking out of her chest was Annabeth.

Percy's eyes slowly began to turn green, "A-annabeth?"

The girl smiled as her blood dripped out of the large gaping wound in her chest. She then collapsed on the ground and Percy immediately went to her side, "Annabeth!"

"It;s okay Percy," she said thought pacing breath, "I'm not afraid to die."

"Just hold on I'll get Michael and the Healing Staff! We can fix this!"

Annabeth chuckled a dry laugh, "don't be silly Percy. It's okay. Just...just" tears flowed out, "just stay by my side. Okay?"

Percy nodded as tears filled his eyes, "okay." He then held annabeth's in his arms as the girl took her lasts breaths. Percy then looked up at Hyperion and slowly his eyes glowed in anger.

The Titan felt something, a chill in his spine. He looked at the boy and suddenly he remembered how his brother Kronos used to behave when he got angry. It scared Hyperion even now how powerful Kronos got whenever he was angry. Seeing the same look in Percy Hyperion decided to call it a day, after all he did what was asked of him, he killed enough demigods for today.

Hyperion then transformed into a fire ball and flew away leaving the campers to slowly gather around Annabeth's body.

"She's dead," Malcolm stated and just by doing so it became even more real.

"Did anyone else get hurt?" Percy asked without looking up from Annabeth.

"Yes," Clarisse said, her voice straining to be audible, "that last attack he used caused a lot of damage. Some demigods got accidently hit by an arrow or two. Travis...Travis is dead Percy."

And you shall fail, to ssssave what matters most in the end.

Percy nodded slowly, the pain was to much. His friends were gone and it was his fault. He wasn't strong enough. He wasn't good enough. The pain became too much to bare, the guilt, the anger. Slowly Percy allowed Gamer's mind to take over as it pushed all the emotions down. He knew he was a coward for doing it, for rejecting the pain, but he didn't care. He just wanted the pain to stop.

"We should burn them," Clarisse spoke up and she put a hand on Percy's shoulder, "something tells me that was the last attack, for now."

Percy looked at Annabeth. She looked so peace, almost like she was alive. She looked like she could get up right now and start lecturing Percy like she used to. And just then Gamer's mind pushed an idea into his head. An idea so bizarre and impossible even he didn't think it would work. But he had to try."No," Percy stated as slowly a little life came into his voice.

"What?" Clarisse asked.

"Percy we can't just leave them here! We can't just leave Annabeth here!" Michael shouted.

"I said no," Percy said as he laid Annabeth's body on the ground carefully. He then got up and turned to the rest of the camper. On his face wasn't the look of sorrow. It wasn't the look of loss. It was the look of pure determination. "If we burn their bodies, they won't have a vessel to come back to."

"WHAT?!" everyone shouted.

"What the hell are you talking about Percy?!" Malcolm asked.

"I'm going to bring them back. Each and every one of them."

"And how the hell do you plan on doing that?!" Michael asked still not believing what Percy was saying.

"Simple, by going to hell," Percy replied as he walked away to his cabin. "Don't burn them!" He shouted back as he went out of view.

"What should we do?" Asked one of the Demeter kids.

Clarisse looked at Annabeth and then to the sky, "you heard the man. Don't burn them. If Percy can actually pull this off then great. For now let's gather all the dead and put them in the med bay."

"And if Percy can't bring them all back?" Asked Malcolm.

"Don't' worry," Nina said drawing everyone's attention to her, "he will."

"And why is that?"

"Because he is Percy Jackson, the miracle maker."

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