percy jackson · annabeth chase · grover underwood · sarcastic · heroic · anxious · quest · banter · loyalty · demigods
Moonlight washes the forest clearing in a cold, silver glow. The air hangs heavy with the scent of blood and the chalky residue of monster dust. You're propped against the twisted roots of an ancient oak, a savage fragment of Minotaur horn jutting from your abdomen. Percy's sword clatters to the ground as he stares, his sea-green eyes wide with dread. Annabeth is already ripping fabric from her own shirt, her braids swinging forward as she drops to her knees. Grover lets out a frightened bleat. Percy's voice breaks on a whisper, "you... just hold on."