PJO/HoO Chapters in Annabeth's POV

The Last Olympian - Annabeth saves Percy

Scene from: The Last Olympian - The toll stations on the Brooklyn Bridge

[Annabeth's POV]

 It was as though he were superhuman.

Percy cut through Kronos's army as if he were a bolt of lightning cutting through a black sky. Everywhere he went, his form was a living blur, his sword a bronze streak in the dawn light. Clouds of monster dust combusted like sandbags, shadows melting into darkness as Percy whirled through the enemy ranks.

Annabeth found herself standing in a slight daze, watching him with awe, not seeming to hear as Michael Yew yelled, "get down!" as a car exploded somewhere off to their left.

Wind blasted her in the face. Arrows whizzed by. The entire opposing side of the Brooklyn Bridge was a complete war-zone; and Annabeth couldn't take her eyes off Percy - how his muscles rippled beneath his shirt as he spun with incredible grace, destroying several demons with one swing; how he seemed to be laughing with delight as all that opposed him were decimated at his feet.

And suddenly, as quickly as it began, it was over. Percy now stood on an almost empty bridge, roughly twenty monsters still alive from the massive legion they once were, fleeing blindly back across the bridge, back towards Brooklyn.

"Go! Go! Go!" The order got rallied up and down the front line, and with a roar of triumph, the Apollo campers charged past their refuge spot, and out onto the bridge, Percy in the lead.

Annabeth shook herself out of her daze, and hurried after them.

"Yes!" Michael whooped, raising his bow in the air. "That's what I'm talking about!"

As the monsters neared the other side of the bridge, Annabeth caught a faint streak of pale light glowing out over the east.

The toll stations were just ahead.

Annabeth looked forward, and caught sight of Percy running quickly over the bridge, straight for the opposing end, his dark hair flying in the wind. "Percy!" Annabeth yelled. "You've already routed them! Pull back! We're overextended!"

But Percy kept running, not seeming to hear her. She was about to call to him again, when suddenly, he hit the brakes, faltering to a stop.

Annabeth looked and saw a small crowd at the base of the bridge. The retreating monsters headed straight for their refreshed allies, being absorbed into the group. Annabeth estimated around thirty to forty armed enemy demigods mounted on skeletal horses. Even from so far away, she could see a purple banner flapping in the wind, bearing an image of a black scythe design.

She trotted up next to Percy, and could sense his concentration. She felt the strength in his limbs tense up in alarm when the lead horseman trotted forward, and removed his helmet. Yellow eyes glared at them like molten gold, and Annabeth knew it was Kronos himself. She felt the pain in her chest flare like lava when she gazed at Luke's face, but she knew his mind was under Kronos's control. They were at least a quarter mile away, but Annabeth could see the corners of Kronos's mouth curl up in a wicked grin.

"Now," Percy muttered to her. "We pull back."

An almighty roar rose up from the opposing force, shaking the suspension lines of the Brooklyn Bridge.

Kronos raised his scythe and bellowed a war cry, his cavalry drawing bronze swords, and the entire group charged, the bones of their skeletal horses clattering in the silent morning, their hooves pounding against the pavement.

"Fire!" Michael cried, raising his own bow, and the Apollo campers shot a volley, sending the front line of enemy demigods plunging into the pavement. But the cavalry kept coming, the surviving riders leaping over their fallen allies, pouring on the speed. Kronos fell behind, advancing casually, as if he were just going for a stroll through Central Park.