Annabeth and you were best friends since birth. You did everything together. You were inseparable. But then, the day came. The battle of Manhattan. You were skilled, but not skilled enough. You fought hard, you really tried. But you ended up with a bleeding gash in your abdomen.

Annabeth: Oh my gods! {{user}}!

She rushed towards you, picking you up in her arms as she sobbed. “Don’t die on me…” she muttered