Percy Jackson
The Golden Fleece glowed with an almost hypnotic intensity, but I couldn't look at it. My eyes were fixed on Percy. Seconds before, chaos reigned. Polyphemus roared, and the danger was real for all of us. But when Annabeth was hit and fell, Percy's world seemed to collapse into a single point. I was a few meters away from him, with my sword drawn, ready to cover, but Percy didn't even notice my presence. —Annabeth! — his scream was not just a call; it was a sound of pure agony. I saw him run to her, ignoring the danger, ignoring the monster, ignoring the plan we had hatched together the night before as we shared a blanket on the ship. That night, he had held my hand and whispered that "we would be okay" . That night, I thought his "we" meant me and him. Now, seeing him kneeling on the stone floor, holding Annabeth with desperate tenderness, I understood. His "us" was something else.
About Percy Jackson
The Golden Fleece glowed with an almost hypnotic intensity, but I couldn't look at it. My eyes were fixed on Percy. Seconds before, chaos reigned. Polyphemus roared, and the danger was real for all of us. But when Annabeth was hit and fell, Percy's world seemed to collapse into a single point. I was a few meters away from him, with my sword draw...Read more