Falling.
Falling, falling falling, and still falling. We fall continuously, no breaks, no stopping, just falling. Ever since we first fell in, it has been continuous falling, surprisingly, in this bottomless pit, we never grow hungry or thirsty. So instead, all of our energy is spent doing absolutely nothing, fun right? I sigh, and turn to face her, my eyes meet hers, and we just stare at each other. The silence closes in, she is clasping my left hand in her right, as if she needs the assurance that we are still together, to tell you the truth, I do too. She turns to me, and wraps her arms around my stomach, and I hug her to to my chest. Falling, still falling, will we ever stop falling?
"How many days has it been do you think?" She asks in a weak voice.
"At least a week, at least…" I trail off, "I don't even know anymore." She nods, and buries her face in my chest, crying. "At least we are together," I say, kissing her forehead softly.
"We will be falling forever Percy," she says sadly, looking up at me.
"All forevers have to be cut short eventually," I say.
"Since when were YOU so wise Seaweed Brain?" She says, laughing a little. We don't talk much anymore, so this chat was welcome by me. We usually just fall, and fall, and fall, and fall, forever falling, never stopping.
"Since we fell in a neverending pit of doom I guess…" I say, laughing along with her. We probably look and sound insane, falling to our deaths, yet giggling like five year olds. But this doom filled pit, the neverending haunting sounds, the creepy decor, it kinda got to you eventually, almost enough to justify giggling, almost.
"I'm so glad you are with me," she smiles broadly, and I smile back.
"Me too, although, you ranting about architecture those first few days was-" She punches me in the arm. "I'm just kidding," I say laughing. "I LOVE architecture," I add, and smile as she rolls her eyes. She rests her head on my shoulder, and studies the horrific scene around us. Demonic laughter fills the neverending night, and streams of dark murky water, along with pools of Lava, riddle the dark cave like walls around us. The glowing red, and orange is our only light, and there are times, when it is pitch black. There are also screams, loud screams, screams of agony, and torture, and pain. Death. An earsplitting screech rings through the glowing veil of darkness, and I hug her closer to me.
"I'm sorry for ever getting us stuck in this mess," she says.
"No, Annabeth, this is NOT your fault, don't EVER say that," I say firmly. She nods her head against my shoulder. The cave gets a little smaller, so we could touch each wall if we spread out fully. "Hmm, it's getting a lot narrower," Annabeth observes, reaching out and brushing a wall with her hand (which should have ripped it off, but again with the magical pit of doom...). "This is obsidian." She murmurs, tilting her head a little to the left.
"We must be getting close to the bottom," I say, shrugging.
"That's not good," she says, lost in thought.
"Why? We will finally stop falling," I ask, confused (as always).
"Monsters you idiot."
"Oh...right, forgot about those..." I say stupidly, she laughs a little before becoming engrossed in her own thoughts (daughter of Athena thing). I sigh, and stay where I am, her in my arms. Falling, falling, and STILL falling. Gosh I was SO sick of it by now.
"Soon," she mutters, "very soon."
"What?" I ask, but it needs no explanation, because as soon as the word leaves my mouth, my feet hit something. Something dark, rocky, and solid. Something even scarier than falling, something neither of us want to stop falling for. The floor.