Ok, let's just get this straight. I have never before written a fanfiction, but I had this idea for a story so here it is. I also probably won't put author's notes at the beginning unless they are absolutely necessary, otherwise they will be put at the bottom of each chapter. The story is an "alternate storyline" starting from the House of Hades and continuing however long I feel like continuing it. Mostly from Annabeth's POV, with some others for dramatic irony. Don't expect super frequent uploads, but expect maybe a few per month. Feel free to comment any suggestions to improve my mediocre writing (be nice, please)! K that's all. Word out, yo. B-)

It all started when we fell into Tartarus. I should have seen something off with Percy right away. The coldness in his eyes, his calculating words, both of which were so out of character. The strangeness of his behaviour should have sparked a realisation in me about what was happening. Few mortals, demigod or human, had gone through Tartarus and survived. That's what we thought we knew. I now understand why they fed us lies. It was to prevent our hopes and minds from shattering into thousands of tiny shards.

Percy and I were surrounded by the arai, the curses. At least, I think we were, as I couldn't see a thing. I could hear Percy calling my name, feel him grab my hand and rush us away from the sounds of beating, leathery wings and mockery. The taunts they offered were cruel and relentless and I could feel Percy's anger building as he gripped my hand tighter. He released my now limp fingers from his grasp, sounds of fighting following soon afterward. As Percy killed one of the arai, I felt intense feeling of woe and loss wash over me like the waves of the Cocytus.

"Percy, why did you leave me?" my mournful voice called. I felt lost. No one loved me.

Even Percy, the one I held closest to my heart, had abandoned me as though I were an old, broken toy. I could hear Percy calling my name, but so great was my despair it overwhelmed me, allowing me no rational thought nor any other emotions.

Moments later, I heard large thumps from behind me, like the footsteps of a giant. With a brief cacophony of cries, the arai were silenced, leaving me to my endless misery. In the next instant, my afflictions disappeared without a trace by the touch of a large, warm hand.

"Thank you, Bob" I said with gratitude, peering upward to look at him with a smile.

As I surveyed the damage, my eyes locked on Percy, his form unmoving among the piles of monster dust.

Fear obvious in my voice, I asked quietly, "Can you heal him?" Bob walked to Percy, picking him up with surprising gentleness, "I can't heal all wounds, but I have friend who can.".

Unsure of who this "friend" might be, I asked, "Who?" "Giant." Bob said simply. "A giant?" I repeated, uncertain whether I had heard right. I exclaimed "Giants are awful!" In a reassuring tone, Bob stated "There is always a good one."

I begged to differ, but we proceeded onward, silently, until we saw the footprints of the

drakon.

So this is my first ever chapter of any fanfiction ever! Aren't you thrilled? This is where author's notes will usually go. Make sure to review and stuff. Not really familiar with this website so I don't know how it works. :-p