"Percy, I'm scared." Annabeth whispered. Percy was taken aback. Not once, not one single time in his entire life had he ever heard her say, 'I'm scared.'

The shadows whispered around them, voices of their friends screaming for help. He held Annabeth's arm in a death grip. He hated to admit it, but he was scared too. Dark and alone, the shades whispering into their ears, Join us. He tried to think.

What would Chiron say? Grover? Thaila?

"Fear isn't evil, it tells you what your weakness is. And once you know what your weakness is, you can become stronger as well as kinder."

Annabeth gripped his hand tighter.

"No way on earth you made that up. When we get out here, I'm finding where you got that from."

Well, he was glad he lightened the mood.