Thanks berrycrush90 for the metaphor idea :))))
It was a sea of miserable death. They were giving it their all, but their all wasn't enough. Five were dead, and all Percy wanted to do was have a peaceful surrender. But no peaceful surrender would bring back the lives they lost. Thy died fighting for what they wanted, and Zoë, Selina, Dakota, Castor, and Pollux's sacrifices weren't going to waste.
Percy was not there for the brother's deaths, but he heard the Can't wait to see you again. He saw their bodies all go slack and he let out a pained choke. He never knew them well, he knew recognized their faces and their names. They were worth so much more than slaves. They deserved better than one last goodbye to each other while in each other's arms.
Percy understood why they so willingly left this world. They would see each other in a new one, but hopefully better.
Percy knee he was a lost cause. This fight was hopeless. Annabeth wasn't going to give him strength, his mom want there to cheer him on, and he hoped this would all be over soon.
Slowly, Percy noticed how they were being circled in by the Roman Legion, With Kronos and Gaea right in the front of it.
Percy's remaining friends lodged in a shoulder to shoulder circle, giving up their last piece of hope. It was all gone, and Percy knew it probably wasn't coming back anytime soon. All at once, as if in a trace, everyone lowered their weapons. The Romans looked at them with confusion.
"Surrendering, aren't you?" Kronos mocked.
"We will never surrender. You will take us captive, I presume?" The look in the praetors face was priceless. "We are the Grecian bloodline. Only death will make us truly surrender. And in that, do not expect it will be a price of cake. Loved lives have been lost."
Smooth as ever. Percy thought. In spite of the situation, Percy pulled up a small on his lips. He had Annabeth, and that's all he really needed.
"We can't overthrow you." Annabeth admitted. Her expression was as emotionless as ever. "Plus, it's never been our choice, has it? Take us, torture us, murder us, but you will never be satisfied with what you will do. We will be going down with a fight in ways you will never know. Our weapons are down. We're done."
For once, Annabeth didn't have a plan. She knew this was a lost cause. She would prefer to die with those she loved rather than watch any more of friends die sparingly with blood on their hands.
Nobody wanted to die, but they knew it was hopeless to try and fight. But they had the smallest flicker of a stirring inside them that the Romans wouldn't kill them—that they would do something else.
But Annabeth knew what they would do her if death wasn't grasping her by the hand, and she would prefer death. She would be separated from Percy that way, and she couldn't bare that. She had to keep Seaweed Brain in her life. Although she had never outright said it, she didn't want to loose him. He was all she had.
Annabeth felt like she was watching everything from another point of view. She saw that blond-headed girl being dragged away to a cart in heavy chains. She saw that blond girl trying to not cry at the sight of he friends' dead bodies. That blond girl's eyes traveled to the raven haired boy's gorgeous sea green eyes.
Percy brought Annabeth back to her body. He was there. She was there. For a split second, Annabeth thought everything was fine. But nothing was ever fine in her world.
Percy looked deep into her eyes. She understood what he was saying. He was saying it before it was too late.
I love you.
Annabeth reached out and stroked his cheek. The sweat and blood didn't make him seem any different to Annabeth.
Annabeth looked at him. Tears ringed into her eyes, but she still willed a smile. Percy have one back. He understood.
I love you, too.
It occurred to Annabeth that she—and mostly everyone else— did what they were supposed to do. They fell in love.
Finally happy, Mom?
But Athena wasn't going to plague Annabeth's thoughts. Percy was. And Annabeth was in his.
He tenderly grabbed her hand on his cheek. Sweat and blood. He didn't care.
Their world was falling apart, but the only thing that mattered was each other.
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This chapter reflects my mood pretty well tbh. What do ya think, you miserable heaps on the ground?(berrycrush90, you are amazing. You need a nickname. Can I call you berry?"
Did Annabeth's monologue about dying make any sense? Bc I tried lol
On a side note, should I enter this story into the PJo Watty Awards? I'm kinda curious to see what happens lol.
Have a nice day and remember you are loved and worth it. And if you think nobody loves you, I love you. There, now you have someone :)))
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