Annabeth's mind was a mess. Everything was happening so quickly, the war, the battles, the deaths, everything.

She couldn't believe any of this was real. It was plain crazy, she never thought she'd live to see this day.

She was really, really glad to see them winning. Of course that was good, but seeing all the sacrifices made to win was terrible.

Luke, oh Luke. The one that started it all, the one that used to be her older brother. She watched as he walked towards her, her and every camper near her, with an army of monsters behind him. And his golden eyes.

Those weren't his eyes.

She watched as Luke stabbed himself, with her dagger. It was her's, but originally his. And now it was stained with his blood. Oh gods, his blood.

Tears started flowing out of her eyes, or had she already been crying? She didn't know, she didn't feel like any of this was reality anymore.

The last of the monsters were finished off, Annabeth being one of the last ones to slay a monster.

She dropped her dagger, listening to the clank sound it made as it hit the ground. It was over. It was finally over.

Though, where were you? She hadn't seen you since the battle started.

What if you were hurt? Or worst..

She frantically looked around, her eyes scanning every body she saw, every single person she saw. She needed to find you.

Annabeth had to find you.

She turned around, seeing you. She was filled immediately with relief. You were alive.

You limped to her, trudging through the bodies of those who fell. When you get to her, you smile. A wide, genuine, maybe goofy, and dorky smile. But it was there, and at least you two were breathing.

"{{user}}?! Gods, are you okay? Tell me you're okay. Actually, no, where does it hurt?" Annabeth panicked, her hands immediately grabbing yours, pulling you up and closer.

She hated seeing you so injured, and she would freak out till you were okay.