ten: she's an angel

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To Annabeth, it still felt like a dream sequence. She didn't feel any pain, didn't hear any noise. Everything was fuzzy.

She looked down at the weapon protruding from her gut, and then up at the Cyclops.

A bolt of lightning vaporized the monster, and Annabeth stood, dazed, hands clenched around the head of the spear. The world tilted its heavy head, and everything went sideways. 

The last thing Annabeth saw was Piper's tearstained face, begging. It seemed like she was ethereal, a golden glow effervescing from her silhouette. "No, Annabeth. No! Don't do this. Don't do this to me...."

Annabeth smiled up at her, more okay than she had been since Percy died.

"Pipes, you angel..." her voice trailed off into nothingness,

and everything went black. 

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