For an English project, I had to write an additional chapter of a fictional book. I chose the Mark of Athena by Rick Riordan.
I don't own the characters.
Annabeth’s fingers slid out of Percy’s grip. “I love you, Percy,” she whispered. He tried desperately to pull her back up onto the small, rocky ledge where he stood, but there was no hope to it. She was going to fall.
“I love you too,” he choked out, the tears rolling down his tanned face. “We’re going to get out of here. I’ll find you, I promise.”
Her stormy grey eyes, full of desperation and fear, were the last thing he saw of her before she fell. He screamed in agony, his vision blurring with tears.
His cry echoed against the walls of the pit, slowly fading until everything was silent, like he had been alone this entire time. Sliding his back down the wall, Percy collapsed into a sitting position on the small ledge.
He listened carefully in a vain hope that maybe he would hear some sign of life from Annabeth. There was nothing, though. The only sound he could hear was his own ragged breathing. In the back of his mind, he knew that she probably hadn’t lived, but he pushed the depressing thought away. I promised her that I’d find her, and I will, he silently told himself.
Then another noise joined in with his breathing; one that he had feared ever since he had fallen into the pit. It was quiet at first, not loud enough for him to notice, but it had gotten increasingly louder. The rocks holding up the ledge he stood on were crumbling from the pressure of his weight.