Next to me, Annabeth's knees buckled. I caught her, but she cried out in pain, and I realized I'd grabbed her broken arm. "Oh gods," I said. "Annabeth, I'm sorry." "It's alright," she said as the passed out in my arms. "She needs help!" I yelled.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh nooooooooooooooooooo dont leave her!! Take Octavian!!
What once was mine.... MORE art from Burdge, because this is how I wish I could draw.