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The whip cracked into his back, and the dark haired boy cried out. The cruel rope carved lines into his back, causing blood to run down onto the floor. The whip hit again. And again. And again. He yelled out, his vision edged with black, but the fates wouldn't be kind enough to let him lose consciousness.

Then he was running, running for dear life. Ignoring the mess of his back and the agony that erupted from where the whip had left it's mark every time he took a breath. He dodged from side to side, taking random turns to try and rid his pursuers. A dead end. He turns to face them, and they're dogs, with red beady eyes and sharp fangs that still dripped blood from their last kill. They raced towards him, until he could feel their stinking breath all over his body. A hound reached out and sank it's teeth into his thigh. Pain exploded and he yelled out. Then hole appeared in the floor below him and he fell away, the hound ripping away some of his leg as gravity took him down. He screamed out.

It was a forest now, and both his leg and his back was a mess of blood and gore. Gods he wanted to stop. He let himself sink to the ground. It had been one hundred years of suffering. He was just weary of it. Tired of the pain, tired of the loneliness, tired of the heartache. He couldn't do it anymore.

But a grey eyed girl appeared on his mind, and he gritted his teeth and started to hobble forward. He would do it for her. If he died now, if he let go, he would never see her again. A huge bat-like creature dived towards him, but he picked up a stick and swung it at it, causing it to shriek and chatter. Then suddenly there were hundreds, all sharp beak and claws. All he could see was a flurry of wings. He crashed onto his cut up knees. There were too many, they were going to overwhelm him. His stick snapped in half and he leaned down, trying to protect himself from the onslaught. They pecked at his arms, trying to get to his eyes. But he would not be blinded in this place.

Then the ground below him turned to concrete, and the bats vanished. A sob broke out of the demigod's chest as had looked around him at the same old cell. He knew what was coming next. The floor dropped away, and he fell through the darkness into the river of fire. He could feel it burning his skin, healing his wounds. He kicked out and tried to swim, but the shackles were weighing him down, and he couldn't find the surface. The water was heavy, swirling around him until he didn't know which way was up and which was down. He kicked wildly, but couldn't escape the agony. His mouth wrenched open and the liquid fire entered his lungs and burned every inch of him. Then the shackles pulled him upwards, the floor solidifying underneath him. Then he was in his cell again. The cell was made of concrete, small and dingy. The floor was stained with his blood. It was utterly devoid of anything that could have made his life easier. In the corner was a jug of water and a loaf of bread with some cheese, a pizza and a tub of ice cream. It was ironic that it had nice food here, considering what he went through ever day. He ate like a wild animal. Then, just like every night, he lay down on a plank of wood, and stared up into the darkness.

It was easier now. He was more muscled, more used to the pain. Things didn't shock him any more, he knew to just keep running. Eventually his weariness stole his consciousness and he succumbed to sleep's soothing song.

She was there. Her blonde hair was dirty and she was covered in cuts and bruises, but she was still with him. His wise girl. Her eyes were clouded with fear, but it changed to recognition and relief when her eyes met his. Grey and green. "Percy?" Her voice was raspy and tired, but to him it was the most beautiful sound in the word.

"I'm here Wise Girl, I'm here." He reached out and gently leant her against him, stroking her hair.

"Where are we?" She buried her head further into his chest.

"I don't know. But I'm going to find a way to get you out, I swear."

She looked around her, failing to take in what this must mean. They were in a huge, dimly lit cavern, with blood-red walls and a coal-black roof. They were hanging in separate rusty, cramped cages, so high up the cages on the floor seemed like they were for ants. The cages surrounding them were all filled with bodies, some decomposing, and some just bones. The stench of blood and rotting flesh filled the air, making them cough. It seemed to fill their lungs like tar, sapping their strength with every breath.

Then a grotesque being walked into the cavern, somehow making the stench even more intoxicating and foul. "I am Thranx, the god of loss of love."

"Are you? Never heard of you." Annabeth's voice jutted out confidently over the cabin. Gods, Percy loved this girl.

"The twelve Olympians forgot about me, refused to acknowledge the powers I have. Zeus became too protective of his little mortals, the ones who waste the Earth that we own." The terrible creature continued, ignoring the blonde demigod's comment. "He did not want me to cause them to lose someone they love, did not want them to feel pain like I can create. Yet he lets Poseidon cause tsunamis that drown thousand and hurricanes with kill hundreds more. He let's Ares create wars that steal people away from their families, let's Aphrodite separate loved ones and make them feel pain. And they are the twelve most powerful Olympians, and yet I have to rot here, away from civilisation. But they will pay, oh yes, they will pay." His voice grew louder with every word, until it boomed and echoed around the huge cavern. "For I have got their two most prized demigods in my cages, and through you I will cause them so much pain. So, this is how it works." Two glass vials floated in front of their cages. They both had a pale blue liquid in. "One of them is a magical liquid, and one is safe. The magical liquid insures your immortality, but it will knock you out for a day. Then you will stay here, for the rest of eternity, feeling all the pain I can cause. And the other will feel true loss for all eternity. They give you immortality, so you cannot die apart. The mercy of death will only ever be yours when you are together. The Olympians will know their mistake!"

"You're mad. You'll never get away with this." Annabeth's voice wavered slightly at the end. "We won't drink, you can't make us."

"Oh, really. Well then, if you don't I'll have to make you feel loss another way. Who should I take first, Sally, Nico, your friends on the Argo II?" Maybe that old centaur, or a few of your buddies at Camp." His voice turned cold and icy, every word dripping with malice.

Percy swallowed. He knew what he had to do. He could sense which one would anchor him here and which one wouldn't, another advantage of being a son of Poseidon.

"I love you Wise Girl. I have since I first met you, I just didn't know it. We've been through so much together, and if it wasn't for you I wouldn't have survived a single quest. You're what keeps me going in a battle, you're what I live for. I went through Tartarus with you, and you got me through it. We're eighteen, and in three years I would have asked you to be my wife. I guess that can never be now. But I love you Annabeth Chase. I always have. And I always will."

They were both crying now, and they shared one last kiss, one full of tears and memories. Then he reached for the potion and downed it all in one. Then the world faded into darkness.

He woke up with a jolt. The pain was still raw, even if it had been one hundred years. He murmured under his breath the same phrase he had every day for a century.

"Annabeth Chase, I will never forget you."