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As Jason leapt from the sky, Annabeth knew this was the end. She could barely stand and while the others were better off, seven demigods facing an army of monsters and most of the giants didn’t have much of a chance. Without the help of the gods, there was no way they could win this fight.
She knew what was coming.
She had trained for ten years at Camp Half-Blood under Chiron, the teacher of all the best heroes.
She had left her first family when they could’t bear to look at her and had watched her second, found family fall apart. She refused to lose this one.
She had fought in battle after battle against one of the people she loved most, watching demigods become disillusioned with the gods. Recognising old friends and family in enemy lines. Having to fight against people she had known for most of her life.
She understood them better now.
And just when everything had seemed right, they had been ordered into this new war.
She refused to bow down to anyone.
Annabeth had been forged in the mind of the Goddess of wisdom and warfare, honed in the Titan war, in the streets of New York, on Mount Olympus itself. She was the favoured daughter of Athena, retriever of the Athena Pantheons. She had fallen in to Tartarus and battled her way back out . She knew the cost of war, she knew what had to be done and she accepted it.
The gods aren’t coming.
They would still fight until the end. Not for Olympus but for the mortals, demigods, spirits and all the others. The ones who had done nothing wrong except be born into this terrible world.
So Annabeth held her head high and proud, ready to fight with the people she loved, and waited for death to descend upon them.
She was not afraid.