νεκρός || Annabeth Chase x Fem!OC

Vol. 4-23: Wah wah daddy throws a tantrum on Olympus

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[I'm gonna be narrating the next few pieces. You might be pissed, since you'll probably be tired of hearing my voice, but this stuff is a lot harder for Annabeth to talk about than for me, so she specifically asked me to take care of this part. Not sorry if that pisses you off.]

The bridge to Olympus was dissolving. We stepped out of the elevator onto the white marble walkway, and immediately cracks appeared at our feet.

"Jump!" Grover said, which was easy for him since he's part mountain goat. He sprang to the next slab of stone while ours tilted sickeningly.

"Gods, I hate heights!" Thalia yelled as she, Percy, and I leaped. But Annabeth was in no shape for jumping. She stumbled and yelled, "Tempest!"

I caught her hand as the pavement fell, crumbling into dust. For a second I thought she was going to pull us both over. Her feet dangled in the open air. Her hand started to slip until I was holding her only by her fingers. Then Grover and Percy grabbed my legs, and I found extra strength. Annabeth was not going to fall.

I pulled her up and we lay trembling on the pavement. I held her face, stroking her blonde hair out of her face, making sure she was still alive, like maybe I'd imagined it.

She nodded sadly at me. "I- I'm okay."

"Keep moving!" Grover tugged my shoulder. We go to our feet and sprinted across the skybridge as more stones disintegrated and fell into oblivion. We made it to the edge of the mountain just as the final section collapsed.

Annabeth looked back at the elevator, which was now completely out of reach- a polished set of metal doors hanging in space, attached to nothing, six hundred stories above Manhattan.

"We're marooned," she said. "On our own."

"Blah-ha-ha!" Grover said. "The connection between Olympus and America is dissolving. If it fails- "

"The gods won't move on to another country this time," Thalia said. "This will be the end of Olympus. The final end."

"Hey, we're not bringing that kind of energy in here!" I snapped. "We got ten thousand dead folks on our side. We can't lose!"

We ran through streets. Mansions were burning. Statues had been hacked down. Trees in the parks were blasted to splinters. It looked like someone had attacked the city with a giant Weed wacker.

"Kronos's scythe," Percy uttered.

We followed the winding path toward the palace of the gods. I didn't remember the road being so long. The whole mountaintop was in ruins- so many beautiful buildings and gardens gone.

A few minor gods and nature spirits had tried to stop Kronos. What remained of them was strewn about the road: shattered armor, ripped clothing, swords and spears broken in half.

Somewhere ahead of us, Kronos's voice roared: "Brick by brick! That was my promise. Tear it down BRICK BY BRICK!"

A white marble temple with a gold dome suddenly exploded. The dome shot up like the lid of a teapot and shattered into a billion pieces, raining rubble over the city.