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Frank could see Percy defend the Golden Eagle, raising it high above his head so every ghost, shade, and giant could see. It was a bold plan, to have the Roman ghosts focus on Percy. They’d turned over several chariots, destroyed some buildings, but every time he fought off a wave of attackers with his hurricane, the ghosts simply materialized and charged again. Every time Percy slashed and bashed them down with Riptide, they re-formed immediately. Percy had backed up almost as far as he could go, about twenty more metres across the frozen gate would be the edge of the glacier.

“Frank, we need to help Percy!” Hazel said, “He can’t hold those ghosts by himself.”

“I know, but we need to drag this big, lumbering fatty inland fast before he wakes up!” Frank explained, “We’ll help Percy after we finish Alcyoneus.” Then off they went with Arion carrying the giant across the Glacier.

Passed the ruins of the camp, Percy was backed to the edge of the cliff, his hurricane gone. The legion standard in one hand, and Riptide in the other, he held off the ghosts as best as he could. But he couldn’t for much longer. Realizing his inevitable fate, he slammed Riptide into the ice at his feet. The sword blasted a shock wave across the glacier sending ghosts and shades alike backwards. Behind them, a huge, grey wall of water and ice, taller than the glacier surged from the bay. From crevices, and cracks in the ice, water blasted out as the wave hit. The sound of ice on ice screamed across the bay, and the back half of the camp collapsed into the dark waters. Percy Jackson plunged down along with ghosts, buildings, and a thousand tons of ice.

The son of Neptune shall drown Frank thought. No, he refused to believe Percy had died, when he looked back, he saw a huge wave decimate the glacier. He was too strong, too great a friend to go down. No fairness in death. The words echoed in Frank’s ears. No, he and Hazel still had a job to finish; Alcyoneus still had to die, as the giant started to rise again.

Percy’s head ached, in fact, his entire body ached. He tried to think, but it was so hard, the bed he lay on felt amazing, like sleep country finally decided to make a $10,000 mattress. He pushed the thought aside, trying to register where he was, but he couldn’t move. Dark walls surrounded him, the cold splattering of water dripping from the ceiling echoed through the cavern.

“Hello Percy, how nice to meet you once more.” A melodious voice said. The voice was beautiful he thought, he opened his eyes and saw his mother, camp half blood, Tyson, everyone he loved was there. And he saw Annabeth. She was wearing her orange camp shirt and blue jeans, and had storm grey eyes. Her hair flowed behind her as if there was wind, but Percy felt nothing. Not even a breeze.

Something was wrong; it didn’t feel natural, like everything was made of ash.

“Percy, come with us, stay with us forever.” His mother said. “Please, we’ll make everything better.”

Fear spread through his entire body, realization dawned on him. Gaea had awakened. Suddenly, his friends and family started to burn, their faces turning to dust.

“You’re too late Percy…” His mother whispered. And everyone blew away with the non-existent wind. In front of him, the walls of the cave starting to crumble, the roof started crashing upon him. Shadows shifted along the walls, forming the face of a woman.

Percy Jackson, it’s time you work for me now, laughed Gaea, and all went dark.