Percy POV

I am not going to let Annabeth out of my sight until this damn prophecy is over. Why did it have to be a limerick? If her death is mentioned in this then... no, Percy, stop thinking like that. She'll live. Even as we continued our dinner I was having a major verbal battle inside my head. One side of my mind was convinced she would die and the other was being optimistic. But I haven't been a really optimistic person since Tartarus. And what will happen if she does die? I can't live without her. AGHHHHHHHHH!

I looked down at the table only to realize I had buried the fork into the wood. My hand was clenched around it, I could see the veins in my wrist popping. The tug in my gut strengthened and that was when I realized it was even there.

My eyes tunneled and I could feel my breathing quicken. As my other hand began to shake. No Percy! Stop! Everything's fine you don't need to go back there!

I finally realized that someone was screaming my name, I glanced up and I could barely see Annabeth's blonde hair. I tried to blink but the second my eyes closed she was in my mind again with bloodstained armor. I heard her bloodcurdling scream, I watched her eyes closed for the final time. 

My eyes opened and my what I saw around me frightened me. It was everyone staring at me. Cowering below me. I saw the water surrounding the Dining Hall. I felt the earth shaking beneath my feet. A hurricane whipped through the camp, surrounding plants were being ripped from the roots.

And in front of me, even the ones closest to me stared at me with horror written all across their faces. Annabeth was slowly shaking her head, her hands shaking.

And there standing was with his arms outstretched was Clark Kent. The invincible man. Blood was dripping from his nose, ears, and mouth. He was gagging on his own tongue. My right hand was clenched into a fist held out towards him. The tugging only grew stronger and even Mr. D began to shake with fear.

I felt a crack in my chest, that glass ball was back. And it was starting to shatter.

Yes, Percy. Kill him. Show them how powerful you are. Prove to them what you are. You are greater than the gods. PROVE IT! You are the ruler!

I shook my head, but still, my hand was held in place. 

No. I don't want to rule them. I want to be friends with them. I want to be normal. I want to be NORMAL!

A scream tore through my lungs. All I could do was try to fight myself. Tears began to pour down my face.

The camp in front of my face flickered to Tartarus. Annabeth below me. "Promise me you'll never do that again. Some things aren't meant to be controlled." 

Annabeth doesn't want you to do this. Stop for Annabeth. STOP!

The earth stopped shaking, the hurricane calmed, and the water dropped back to where it originally came from. Blood continued to pour down Clark's face. His hands lowered and his lungs drew in a deep breath. A brutal cough erupted from his throat and didn't stop for minutes.

I felt myself waver slightly and suddenly my head hit the ground and everything went black.

(This is kinda short, sorry)