First War - Percabeth

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This is for a friend who let me use a phrase. The whole oneshot is based off of that phrase so I'll mention which one when it comes up!

This takes place during the war against the Titans.

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3rd Person POV

Annabeth slew monster after monster, her Celestial Bronze dagger slashing and stabbing.

Where's Percy? She thought to herself. He could really help us out.

An empusa went down. Then a hellhound. Then two dracaena. Another hellhound. A turned demigod killed a party pony, and then he engaged in a fight with Miranda from the Demeter cabin.

Eventually the child of Demeter stabbed him, tears running down her face at the fact that she had just had to kill another demigod, a horrific thought since she believed them all to be good on the inside, and tried sticking to seriously injuring and not killing.

Some deaths can't be avoided. Her own words flashed through her head and she grimaced.

A temporary flow of relief hit her as Percy fell in beside her, helping her fend off a surprisingly skilled cyclops. She saw him grimace as he killed the monster and knew the cyclops must have reminded Percy of Tyson, his half brother, and she felt bad.

Percy yelled something to her, but the loud crunch of multiple thrown cars drowned it out.

"What?" Annabeth yelled back. He grinned.

"You're pretty when you fight." He yelled again. She gave him an incredulous look.

"Seriously? That's what you said?" He nodded.

"Seaweed Brain." She told him as they were attacked by a harpy.

"I have an idea!" He shouted to her. She nodded.

"I think-" but Percy was cut short by a ripple of thunder and a shake of the ground. We shook with it, but managed to not fall down.

"I'm going to create a hurricane and kill the monsters! I'll be drained, but I think o can do it!" Annabeth believed him. But then a club-wielding cyclops hit a nearby building and glass flew everywhere.

Annabeth realized the wind of Percy's mini hurricane would get glass and other bits of shrapnel to hit him. It would take a lot of concentration.

(These next underlined bits are the quote from @-space-wanderer-)

"The storm will destroy you!" Annabeth yelled at Percy, who was walking towards a fountain.

"Darling, I am the storm." With that, he raised his hands, and the fountain exploded.

Percy POV

I knew the risks. Annabeth realized them too, but knew I could do it. I prayed my dad would help me. As the fountain exploded, I had the water in the pipes burst up into the sky, their exit points being all of the fountains within a 500 foot radius.

I had the water swirl into a vortex, constantly twisting higher and higher.

Then it burst.

Tendrils of water flung themselves at monsters and pulled them up into my storm. I felt a large surge of energy and the water grew, flushing the monsters into the middle, where they were compressed into yellow dust.

Thanks dad. I thought. The ground split in front of me, but it wasn't me that had done it.

That's when all literal hell broke loose.

-Time skip bc I need to reread the the Last Olympian-

(Still Percy POV)

Nico saved our sorry butts.

He brought a giant army of dead people who were quickly demolishing and being demolished.

In the end, we won, though not without casualties. Luke sacrificed himself in order to kill Kronos and it worked. Many people were searching for loved ones, cabin mates and friends, sometimes finding them to be alive, sometimes realizing that the people they were searching for weren't coming back. There were sobs of relief and of mourning.

I, too, was looking for someone:

Annabeth.

I was beginning to lose hope... when I saw her. I gave a little laugh (which may or may not have made me sound a little crazy) and ran to her, pulling her to me.

But Annabeth collapsed in my arms and I felt a warm liquid against my hands.

Blood.

"Annabeth!" I called to her, but she was quickly losing consciousness. I pulled her into my arms and ran to the building we were using to tend to the wounded.

I called to a trio of Apollo campers binding up some less serious injuries and they came to tend to the girl in my arms.

The girl I love. The realization hit me like a charging party pony. It made sense. And so did putting Annabeth down and stepping away so the Apollo campers could tend to her.

About an hour later, Annabeth was responding to questions and not dying, which I was certainly happy about.

She ended up being fine within another hour or so with ambrosia and nectar, and by then everyone else had been tended to as well. But then we were called up to Mt. Olympus because the gods wanted to see us. This was going to be interesting.

Hey people! Sorry I took so long to update, I was having trouble with this chapter. The ending still isn't quite ideal but it'll do I guess. Anyway, thanks again to @-space-wanderer- for the quote. She's a wonderful person so go check out her stuff!

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