Anna Beth

Percy stood over the fallen harpies, his heart racing and his breath coming in short gasps. He had just fought off a group of the creatures with ease, and he felt a sense of power and mastery that he had never felt before. But as he looked around at the carnage he had caused, he also felt a sense of guilt and sadness. These were dangerous creatures, to be sure, but he couldn't help feeling as if he had taken their lives unjustly.

As Percy stood there, lost in thought, he heard a rustling in the underbrush nearby. He whirled around, sword ready, but saw nothing.

"Show yourself," he shouted, his voice thick with anger and fear.

After a moment of silence, a figure stepped out from behind a tree. It was a girl, about Percy's age, with a fierce expression on her face. She was carrying a bow and arrow, and she had a quiver full of arrows slung over her shoulder.

"Who are you?" Percy said, still holding his sword at the ready.

The girl raised an eyebrow, clearly not impressed by Percy's threat.

"My name is Annabeth," she said, her voice steady. "And I'm here to kill you." As Annabeth stepped out of the shadows, Percy tensed. He knew that she was dangerous. He had heard of her, a daughter of Athena, the goddess of wisdom. She was known for her cunning and her unmatched skills with a bow and arrow. Percy had heard stories of how she had defeated monsters and demigods alike with ease.

Annabeth glared at Percy, her gray eyes sharp and her expression cold. She held her bow at the ready, an arrow nocked, ready to fire.

"Why do you want to kill me?" Percy asked, trying to buy time. He knew that he would have to act fast, and he hoped that he could talk her down before it was too late.

"You're a son of Thanatos," Annabeth said, her voice devoid of emotion. "You're a monster, just like the harpies you just killed."

Percy flinched at her words. He had never been called a monster before, but he knew that some demigods were wary of children of the Underworld, the realm of the dead. They were feared for their power and their ability to manipulate the dead and the living alike with their systems.

The daughter of Athena continued, "My mother warned me about you. She said that you were one of the most dangerous demigods out there. She wants you dead, so that's what I'm going to do."

Percy could see the determination in Annabeth's eyes. He knew that he couldn't talk her out of this. He would have to fight for his life. He took a deep breath and held his sword at the ready. He knew that he would need all his skills and all his power to defeat the daughter of Athena.

"Very well," Percy said, his voice steady. "But just know that I won't go down without a fight." And with that, he charged at Annabeth, his sword raised to strike.