I DON'T OWN PERCY JACKSON AND HIS FRIENDS.
AN:
Hello peoples. Some of you have read my first story "Forgotten Memories". Well for those who voted on my poll I posted, I'm sorry. This is not going to be any of those stories. This will be a story having to do with Percy stuck in Tartarus after the Second Giant War. Hope you like it.
Chapter 1: The Lost
Percy's POV
I am hanging from the cold stone wall by the bronze shackles holding me up. My skin is burning with scars from knives, whips and many other torturous weapons.
Where am I you might ask? Well some might call it the very pits of hell, but it's actually the pits of Tartarus.
Who am I? My name has been fading over the time I have been stuck in this pit. Though, I think my name is Peter, Perlus, no it's Percy. Percy. Perseus Jackson, son of the almighty sea god Poseidon, and Savior of Olympus.
How long have I been here, long enough to forget most of my life before Tartarus. All I remember are faces, especially a pretty blonde girl with stormy gray eyes. I know I love her, but I can't even remember her name. I could remember images of her and me together. We kissed, laughed, argued, and fought monsters together. It's sad that I can't remember her name.
What happened? So as the girl and I were escaping Tartarus together, we realized that someone has to stay behind to close the doors and keep the monsters in Tartarus. She wanted to stay with me, but I got some of my friends to hold her back as I closed the doors. Now Kronos and a few other monsters who hate me are torturing the sanity out of me.
"Today is your last day of punishment Perseus, be happy that the fates forbid me of keeping you here any longer," growled Kronos. My ears perked up when he said that this was my last day of torture. Can it really be true? Am I really getting out of this hell hole? "Yes Perseus you are, but it doesn't mean I can't make your life miserable outside of Tartarus. Let's start with a curse shall we?" said Kronos suddenly amused. He chanted a curse in ancient Greek, but my brain couldn't translate what he was saying. Then he looked up at me since my body was hung up on the wall and whispered, "From now on, you shall hold the lost curse." With that he turned me around so that my stomach was touching the wall, and he pulled out a blood-red dagger. Then he started carving some words onto my back.
With each cut, my back was screaming in pain. By the end of his cutting, I could see a gigantic puddle of my blood on the floor.
"Too bad we couldn't have any more time together Perseus. It would have been so much fun," Kronos taunted. I couldn't do anything, but wince at the pain that suddenly exploded into my head.
AN: Well this is starting to get interesting. Now I am typing two stories at a time. This one and Forgotten Memories. Anyways, some of you can try to guess what the curse is or whatever. The next chapter will be Percy first experiencing his curse and he will be at Camp Half-Blood. Please FOLLOW, FAVORITE, REVIEW…. CHOW!