New story! Percy Jackson! Yay!
So, yes, I do actually look at poll results. And it seems like only one person has voted (if I'm completely wrong, sorry), so I decided to go ahead and post one of their choices. This is one of my favorite stories, and I really enjoyed writing it. The next chapter was probably my favorite writing because of the descriptiveness and detail.
Also, I just now had the idea of writing another story describing Nico's time in Tartarus, or at least my guess of what it was like. It would take a while, especially since it would be a completely new story and I haven't read The House of Hades in a while. What do you guys think?
Nico thought he had been through enough torture already. He had been through the worst, but if he thought it was over, he was wrong. He was so, so wrong.
He couldn't help but feel relieved as the monsters dragged him out of the Doors of Death. He was out of Tartarus. He didn't know where he was now, and he didn't really care. He was in the land of mortals now. He was out of Tartarus.
He felt darkness bend around him as someone shadow traveled them away. When he could see again, he knew instinctively that he was still underground. His "escort" still had him by the arms. There were two giants in front of him. He searched his almost broken mind for their identity. The only giants he knew that came in a pair were the twins Otis and Ephialtes. What did they want with him?
His escort shoved him roughly toward the twins, and he stumbled. He was still weak and tired from his time in Tartarus and could barely keep himself upright.
"Look what we got here," one of the giants said, smirking.
"Mother Gaea will be so pleased," the other agreed. "Do you have the jar ready?"
"Of course." The first one reached behind him and pulled out a human-sized bronze jar.
Suddenly, Nico felt a large hand around his waist. While he was watching one of the twins bring out the jar, the other had stepped forward and grabbed him. The son of Hades didn't have time to think before he was practically thrown in the jar and had the lid sealed on it.
His survival instincts, the ones he had relied on and were the only things that kept him alive in Tartarus, were kicking in. He knew that the lid was airtight and that he would quickly run out of oxygen. He didn't have long, not long enough for someone to come and save him. But he did have something that could buy him some more time, which he suspected was the enemy's plan all along.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out seven pomegranate seeds. He had roughly seven days. As he laid the seeds out and set down his sword after making a long scratch in the glass to signify the first day here, he could only hope that Percy and the others would be able to save him in time.
Nico slipped the first seed in his mouth and put himself in a death trance. So, this was day one.
