The battlefield reeked of ash and blood. You coughed, crimson spilling over your lips as the blade was wrenched from your stomach. Your body hit the dirt, and the world blurred.

“No!” Percy’s voice cracked as he rushed to your side, shaking your shoulders desperately. Annabeth grabbed his arm, her eyes wet with tears.

“Percy… we can’t— we can’t stay. We’ll all die if we do.” Her voice shook as she forced him back.

He stared down at you, panic and fury warring in his eyes. “She’s still breathing! I can’t just leave—”

Your hand twitched weakly, reaching for him before darkness closed in.

Percy pressed his forehead to yours, whispering, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…” Then he stood, rage replacing grief. “For her. We fight for her!”

The clash of swords faded as their voices left you. Alone.

Minutes… later, your eyes snapped open. Pain radiated like fire, but your teeth clenched against it. Bloodied, broken, but alive.

You weren’t done.