Chapter 1

(A/N) This is my first fan fiction guys, so I would like to apologize in advance if I don't do the greatest job with the whole writing thing. Comment and criticize as you wish, but flames will be used the increase my CPS in Cookie Clicker. I do not own Percy Jackson or anything else, though it was on my wish list for Christmas. ;)

Reyna

We've been searching for him. For weeks upon weeks. I swear, it's like he just lives to piss me off. But, I suppose it's justified, what with all the bullshit he's been through. I've sent innumerable hunts to find him, my best scouters and trackers. But, it's like he just disappeared off the face of the Earth. The gods, and the Greeks are searching too. Even with all these resources, he still eludes us. No one is sure if he is hiding or dead or whatever, but I sure believe that he's alive and well, at least, that's what I want to believe.

Percy

Wandering through the forest at night used to be dangerous, even for a demigod with years of experience. I just don't give a shit anymore, though. The monsters don't mind, I just seem invisible to them now. That sure would have been handy when Annabeth and I were in fucking Tartarus, where I lost her. We were so gods damn close too.

Flashback

The Doors of Death had just closed and Annabeth and I struggled to keep them that way. The mere twelve minutes seemed endless, like the universe decided to troll them at the end, "NOPE! Can't let you win after you've worked so hard, can we?," I'd imagine it saying. I bet the Fates are just laughing at their impossible journey. Suddenly the elevator stopped. Assuming we were there, finally there, she sat down and relaxed for the first time in what felt like ages. We waited, but the doors didn't open. Did Bob not hold the up button long enough? Were they stuck here, in this somewhat roomy, yet cramped box forever? Or was it as simple as opening the doors by themselves? Neither wanted to risk it, having come so far, and just throwing it all in the trash. So we sat on the dusty floor, silently praying to the gods to save, or at least help them.

"Wonderful weather we're having." I prodded to break the silence.

"Oh shut up, and just hold me."

"Gladly."

We must have fallen asleep, because a loud smash jarred us to alertness. I jump up, crouching over Annabeth as a dark figure with smoke drifting off him walked towards us. Immediately, I felt drowsy again, and I bet she did too, but before blacking out, I catch a glimpse of a beautiful, pail, woman and six bronze jars, similar to the one I saw Nico in while he was being held as bait by the giants. I think of how I made Nico promise to lead the other five in the prophecy to the mortal side of the Doors of Death, and how I really just told each of them to walk into a heavily armed and well protected portal with no help other than the five mere, albeit very powerful demigods, accompanying them. Last thought, was of Annabeth, and how I had failed her and everyone else.

(A/N) Alright, What'd you guys think? Too short? Too much? Update? Horrible Idea? I know it's not much of a plot now but I promise I got some twists up my virtual sleeves. I would assume you know who the woman and the dark figure is from the House of Hades and if not, YOU'RE NOT A TRUE PERCY JACKSON FAN! Jk. Update tomorrow if I get positive reviews. -Out.