Adele Black: The End

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WARNING: DESCRIPTIVE PART

8 Hours

Since my dream has always been to be charged at by a Titan named Bob that's holding a mop sharpened like a spear that's directly aimed to the middle of my face, I decided that moving out of the way was probably a good thing.

I had jumped away right when Bob was only a few feet away from me. This causes him to continue charging, but run straight into one of only standing stone walls left.

He fell flat on his back, causing the ground to shake. His mop had rebounded against him; it was stuck in the middle of his chest.

It was Rue from the Hunger Games all over again.

I'm not singing a song to him.

I had no time left to go tell him that the stars said hello, because there was a shriek of pain.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw the stagyian birds flying away from Grover, leaving Chiron to shoot them with his arrows.

Chiron? When the heck did he get here?

Grover was crying out in pain. My feet carried me over to the satyr; it seemed that the birds really didn't like Call Me Maybe.

I knelt down next to him, examining the wounds he had received.

I hid my wince from him; Grover wasn't a pretty sight at the moment.

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His arms were scratched and bloody, and one of his hooves was soaked in blood and seemed to be hanging off of his leg.

His shirt was slashed, and his stomach was only scratched at the belly button. There was a lot of red liquid flowing out of it.

The side of his head was bloody, and one of his horns was missing.

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"Grover," I began to cry. "You're going to live."

"We both know the truth, Adele," he coughed.

My eyes stung and were probably red and puffy.

"You're going to live," I told him, my breathing uneasy.

He looks at me sadly. "Adele, don't make this harder than it has to be."

A salty tear rolled down into my mouth, and I was hiccuping uncontrollably.

"No, no. You are going to stay! Juniper-"

"She wandered too far from her tree," Grover coughed out, hoarse.

My vision was blurry.

"You will not die on me, Grover Underwood. You saved me from monsters thousands of times! You helped me get to camp. You are the reason we live on all of those quests."

"Adele-"

"NO! You found Pan! You're the lord of the fucking wild! Do you think that Annabeth and I would have been able to be saved without you on that quest with the Hunters?" I hiccuped.

His mouth gave me a sad smile.

"Be brave, Adele. You'll always have a plan, okay? Can you... Just have a garden or something if you live through this?"

"Don't... DO NOT DIE ON ME GROVER UNDERWOOD!" I screamed out in agony.

I waited for him to respond to me.

His eyes were open; they were lifeless and he had a steady chest. His whole body was limp.

Grover Underwood was dead.

I gave out another cry of agony, and my screams must have called Annabeth, Chiron, and Percy over.

"The monsters are gone-" Percy started to say.

"Is that..." Chiron began.

I nodded, tears still running down my red face.

"G-Man..." Percy began to tear up.

"Grover," Annabeth teared up as well.

Footsteps came from behind us; I turned around, prepared to see a monster. It wasn't one.

"Uhm... I hate to break it to you guys, but Professor McGonagall has requested everybody on our side to be in the Great Hall. All of the dead, too," Colin Creevey informed us.

I nodded.

And so, Colin Creevey walked off, holding the burnt door to the Great Wall open for us.

So bravo if you figure out who I saved in exchange for the life of Grover.

I will admit, it was hard to write this. But I had to.

Merry Christmas!