This is the scene from The Last Olympian when Luke Castellan fulfills the prophecy and sacrifices himself, but from Annabeth's perspective. I wrote this at, like, two in the morning and even though I edited, there still might be some mistakes!
So sorry in advance for any verb, grammar, spelling mistakes!
Enjoy!
A Hero's Last Breath
Gods, my whole body felt as though it was on fire.
My bones ached, stinging uncomfortably.
My eyes burned and millions of hot tears gathered in them.
I shook my head, then immediately cringed, any sudden movement hurt so bad.
But strange enough, I didn't pay attention to any of these pains – except for the sound of my heart breaking.
Just to see him so uncontrollable, his body being used by Kronos, and using it to hurt me was the worst kind of pain I'd ever experienced.
I'd try to make the person who I knew was somewhere trapped inside listen to me, but Kronos was too powerful.
Percy had yelled my name, as I had collided into my mother's throne, but now I couldn't make anything out now. It was as though I was suddenly swallowed into darkness.
I could just hope that Percy, that Seaweed Brain, would be okay.
If anything happened to him, I would –
I clear my head of all thoughts because worrying about what may be happening is not going to help anything.
I can faintly make out Grover, a big blur moving towards me. I gasped in pain as I tried to move my arm. My bones were incapable of doing anything, there were limp and yet if I tried to make myself move them a flame scorched through my whole arm.
This pain was almost as bad as holding up the sky. Almost.
And I had survived holding up the sky, so I would survive this.
Grover had now stopped playing his tune and was knelt down next to me.
"Hey, don't worry," he whispered soothingly. I slowly lifted my arm a bit. As I did, it felt as though something was crushing all the bones in my body. My arm fell limply by my side.
"It's okay, I got you," Grover whispered again. He slowly scooted his arm under my neck, supporting my head. The spot where his skin touched mine burned, but I ignored it.
He began feeding my ambrosia, and after just one spoonful, I already could feel myself healing.
My bones felt more intact to me, as strange as that sounded. My legs only felt sore now, as before they had ached with impossible pain. The ambrosia was working!
My mind was more relaxed and I controlled my thoughts swiftly. I set my mind into battle-mode. Searching around for Percy and Kronos, I found them staring as white smoke conjured up images, like an Iris message, of Fifth Avenue in chaos, and then the Hudson River as the gods tried to stop Typhon.
Thank the Gods, Kelp Head was still alive.
"The Olympians are giving their final effort," Luke laughed. "How pathetic."
No, he was not Luke anymore! I had to remember that Kronos had taken over his body.
The scene suddenly changed, the waters of the Hudson churned with forty-foot waves. Then –then – what was happening?
I tried to concentrate ahead, but I felt exhausted as though I'd used up all my energy.
"Easy there," Grover said looking at me worriedly. He fed me another spoonful of ambrosia. It's magic went into effect instantly. I felt rejuvenated.
