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The mist clears, and the scene unfolds in front of me.
Two figures, one human, one not.
Slashing, biting.
Yelling, growling.
A bloodcurdling scream.
And then, silence.
My feet, running towards the crumpled figure.
My hands, touching his lifeless face.
My lips, whispering his name.
My heart, exploding with grief.
I'm sorry, Percy Jackson.
My eyes fly open.
I sigh in relief.
He's okay.
I grasp my sword.
A welcome burst of pain.
The blood flowing, running down my arm.
He's okay, but I'm not.