“Ah! Hyperion, here’s something!” She reached down and picked up the pack. She looked around, until her eyes saw something on the ground. Though, she did not wear robes, instead she was wearing a blood red prison jumpsuit, the number 87 was printed on her tag. He watched as Medusa walked from… actual Tartarus. He’ll go down fighting at least, maybe kill Medusa… would that work in Tartarus? Percy pulled out riptide pen from his pocket. If the monster and the titan realized where they were, the two demigods were screwed. He pulled on the boulder hard and it shifted towards the crevice. Percy hefted her in his arms and walked her over to it, she wiggled and pulled herself in. He and Annabeth looked at each other, they looked around the small room, looking for a spot to hide.Īnnabeth tapped Percy’s shoulder and pointed at a boulder near the wall, it was right in front of a crevice that looked large enough for the both of them. Medusa and Hyperion, the worst monster Percy ever killed and one of the strongest Titan generals. “It’s definite this time, it’s Jackson and Chase!” This was going to prove really- a sound cut off Percy’s train of thought, and an accented voice he had hoped he would never hear again spoke, “This way Hyperion, the scent’s definitely coming from over here!” So now they were stuck in, or at least near, Tartarus, and she was partly crippled. “Oh yeah.” Percy nearly punched himself, there’s nothing to use to make a splint. Percy looked at his girlfriend’s foot, “We’re gonna have to re-cast that.” They sat there, eating bits of ambrosia and nectar. “Nope.” Percy said, “but, from the wonderful decorations, I’d say Disney.”Īnnabeth rolled her eyes, “Nothing like your sense of humor to save the day.” She looked around, “Any idea where we are?” “Good, your brain’s working.” he handed her a piece of ambrosia, she took it, and practically inhaled it. Her eyes fluttered open and a groan came from her lips. Her skin cleared up and turned to a more normal shade. Please.” he titled her head up and dribbled a bit of nectar down her throat. He shuffled over to Annabeth, “Come on, get up. He swigged some nectar and nibbled a bit of ambrosia, his back pain cleared up completely. He rifled through Annabeth’s pack, some ambrosia and nectar. An entrance to… something lay in front of Percy. It was small, black rock made up the walls. The opening of the tunnel they had fallen down above. The room they had landed in seemed more like a cave than anything else. She was lying next to him, her broken ankle still in the makeshift cast, her skin was pale and waxy. The first thing he saw was his girlfriend, Annabeth. His vision came into focus and he sat up, taking note of his surrounding. He must have blacked out on the way down. His back was killing him, why was that? Then, his memories of plummeting down to Tartarus came back.
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