Percy's POV:
There is something remarkable about someone baring their soul, their pain to you.
Andrew, this recruit whom I didn't think was going to make it out of bootcamp, stands before me with tears coursing down his face. There is something so femine about his features -- nothing bad of course.
And I refrain from reaching out to wipe those tears.
I gulp.
Percy. I am sinking, so far, down, down, down into the ground.
"I will pull you back up," is the first thing I say. I mentally facepalm. After everything he just told me, I said one sentence. Seriously, Percy.
"What?" his word is so faint.
The air feels so still, as if someone stopped time and is watching this -- whatever this is. This feeling, this connection, this person in my life, this friend, this best friend.
"You said you were sinking," I say, scrambling to make sense. "I will pull you back up."
He nods. That is all we need. I hadn't realized he moved during the speech - but then again, I was so caught up with the words that resonated with me and kicked me in the gut.
I speak one last time, allowing him to pull me up from my sitting spot, "Gather the men that are suitable for battle. We leave in seven minutes."
Have a great day/night wherever you are! - The Fangirl
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Conquer
FanfictionAfter Annabeth Chase is disowned by her family, her sick father is informed he must go into war. She secretly runs off in the night with his armour and joins a war she's not prepared to fight. Annabeth must learn to overcome her fears and begin to...
