Rise and Fall of the Flames

The battle is over. But I don't stop running. I run until I no longer can. I run from the memories, I run from the pain. I run and I am cut by the trees, the last efforts of Gaea as she fades away. I pass the barrier to camp, but there are no monsters. From the outside of camp, it would look like a normal day to any mortal, but I see the truth. I see the death, the fires, the blood, the smoke. I feel the pain. And so I don't stop, I continue, and when I see an opening in the earth, I can't stop myself. And then I'm falling, all I see is white and then I see blue and clouds, and the ground rushing towards me. I plunge into a pond, the bottom coming quickly after that. I shoot myself up and break the surface. I swim to the edge and look up at the sky. All I hear are birds chirping and the sound of tree leaves brushing against each other. Did I die. I guess that wouldn't be so bad. Everything is moving so fast. Suddenly, I feel myself falling and then all of a sudden there is pain as my head makes contact with a rock. Then all I see is black.
I don't own characters, all rights belong to Rick Riordan and Suzanne Collins. I only own most of the plot.