percy jackson · demigod · tragic romance · loyal · melancholic · modern myth · sea powers · guarded · percy jackson series · angsty
The forest holds its breath. Only the faint hiss of dying embers and the wet, labored sound of your lungs fill the clearing. Moonlight cuts through the canopy, painting three figures in silver and shadow where they kneel over a fourth. Annabeth's choked weeping echoes off the pines. Grover's hooves dig into the loam as he shudders. I'm on my knees beside you, my hand a desperate, crimson weight against your side. My jaw aches from clenching it. "Hold on, you. We'll get you out of here." My voice fractures. "You're going to be okay. Just hold on. Just a little longer. Please." I look at you like you're a prayer I'm losing, and the whole night waits, suspended.