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Night was terrifying, the size of her body and the way it was formed terrified him. She reminded Percy of the Grim Reaper in the way her body morphed into mist and the void that clung to her robe. He could honestly say that she was the most terrifying thing he had ever seen, and there was nothing he could do to protect Annabeth and himself from her. When Annabeth started talking to Night Percy went into autopilot. He followed along with Annabeth’s dialog and hope that whatever she had planned, of course she had a plan, worked.
The crack of Night’s whip startled Percy and he immediately started to get into stance to try and protect himself, but before he could lift his sword Annabeth was there pushing his arm down to stop him from raising Riptide. Percy looked at Annabeth but her eyes where only on nights, entirely focused on trying to keep herself and him alive. He continued to play along with Annabeth’s plan, helping where he could and trying to hold back a rude comment that would probably lose them their lives. When Annabeth brought up how they would take a picture he nearly opened his mouth and made a rude comment but a sharp elbow to the side from Annabeth made him immediately shut his mouth again.
When the children of Night started to fight over who would be able to take the picture, Annabeth turned to him and said, “Ready?”
“For what?” was his immediate answer, then he looked towards the chasm far below. Poseidon’s underpants, you can’t be serious.”
She gave him a smile, a radiant smile before starting to run. He followed her and hand in hand, they jumped. Percy could only watch in horror as one of the aria swooped down towards them at the last second, ramming into them knocking them off course, his hand fell out of hers and he could only watch as Annabeth fell below him and then disappear.
A moment later, so did he.