Some of you may recognize this from another one of my stories, but I have decided to make this a full story. Also, I feel I should let everyone know that this story in no way relates to the other short story I posted this first chapter with. In this story I use characters and reference plot points from Percy Jackson and the Olympians and The Hero's of Olympus series. I do not ownany of those plot points or characters.

Chapter 1

As he stepped towards the door the chaos around him seemed to be muted. The battle raged around him but with his new purpose Percy tuned out his surroundings. He quickened his pace to a full charge back to the pits of Tartarus from which he had only just escaped.

The others noticed. Annabeth screamed, and Jason ran after him. They couldn't stop him. Jason must have seen it and Annabeth probably refused to believe it, but there was only one way to end this. With the giants nearly defeated it was time to close the doors of death, and seal away the endless horde of monsters.

Percy slipped through the doors while exerting all of his god like strength to pull them shut. When he turned he saw Jason pushing with all the power of the sky to try and seal the Doors of Death once more. Even with their combined strength the doors barely moved an inch.

Percy knew if this took too long the monsters looking to escape Tartarus would destroy him and the doors would never be closed. He yanked and he pulled with all the power of the gods, but still the doors refused to move. With his desperation mounting he glanced around to his friends.

Frank the elephant was warding off attackers while making sure Piper and Annabeth didn't interfere with Percy or Jason. Meanwhile Leo and Nico fought harmoniously bringing a terrifying storm of fire and death to the battle ground. Hazel on the other hand was barely seen, but the chaos she and her wild horse brought was unmistakable. Then he looked at Jason.

Sweat ran down his face as he pushed desperately against the unmovable doors. And in his eyes was something that had never been there before. Fear. The mask of control that the praetor of Camp Jupiter wore had been broken. He was scared in the most primordial and desperate way.

If all the strength of the gods couldn't save them then all hope was lost. But Percy refused this notion.

There had to be some force in this world that could seal this gate way forever. He just had to find it. He put all his might in to the door releasing his grip on reality. And the doors moved. He pulled again putting even more in to it and the doors closed further.

Percy didn't know how but he was it. He was doing the impossible. But the more he pulled the stranger he began to feel. He felt distant from himself. As if the more he pulled the farther he slipped in to a place where his consciousness didn't dare follow. But it would have to follow if the doors were to close all the way.

With this realization he looked to his girlfriend. Annabeth. They hadn't been dating for a whole year yet, but to see the look in her eyes as her love smiled wanly to her would break the heart of the strongest of men. Tears fell from her cheeks as she watched her boyfriend make the final plunge in to darkness with a slam of the Doors of Death.

…and when Percy finally found consciousness the world surrounding him was nothing.