Ok. I really don't know what happened. I don't know why it posted just a bunch of random letters. Anyway, this is the real story.

Annabeths POV

Annabeth didn't know how long they had been falling. An hour? Two?

She still couldn't see what was going on around her. For the most part, her eyes were closed. When she opened them, Annabeth couldn't see anything. It was so dark. When she looked to her left, where Percy was, she couldn't see him. Or anything.

Her breathing picked up. It must've been loud because Percy squeezed her hand and murmured, "It'll be okay."

It sounded more like he was talking to himself then Annabeth. Annabeth calmed down and tried to focus. They had to find the Doors of Death. But in order to do that they had to start doing something, other than just going limp and falling.

Annabeth consentrated hard and thought she saw a glimps of a cave. She looked in that direction longer and realized that the wall to her right had several caves of tunnels placed in various places. Annabeth and Percy had to make it to one and travel through it, searching for the Doors.

She told Percy her discovery and for a minute he didn't say anything. The suddenly, he said, "There are some tunnels on my side, too."

"Lets try to land on one on your side," she said. "Alright," she continued," how do we do this? Umm, just lean hard to left and hope to we get on one without dying."

"Inspirational words," Percy muttered. Then louder he said,"Okay, on three."

"One."

"Two."

"Three!"

Annabeth pulled her body hard to the left. She couldn't tell if they actually moved, or if they were still in the same spot falling, just a different position. It was still too dark to see anything.

She closed her eyes. Waiting for something solid to hit her. For a minute or two, nothing happened. Just when she was about to give up hope she slammed into something. Her head cracked on what she hoped was the ground.

Annabeth moaned loudly. Her mind couldn't pinpoint what area of her body got the most damage, because she hurt everywhere. She could tell Percy had the same problem, because he was moaning just as loud as Annabeth.

"You okay?" she asked Percy.

"Alive," he replied. Not dead. Good enough for me, Annabeth thought. Annabeth realized that when they hit, their hands got seperated. Her hand slid across the ground slowly trying to find.

When she couldn't, she decided to sit up. That was a mistake. As soon as she was in a sitting position, it felt like someone just stabbed a knife through her skull.

She gasped and cluthed her head, trying to keep it from splitting in half.

"Annabeth? What's wrong?" Percy asked. Beside her, some thing was sliding accross the ground. Annabeth realized it was Percy's hand, trying to find hers just as she had earlier.

"My head," was all Annabeth could get out before she fell back against the ground, unconcious.

There! Done!

Ok. For those of you who were following my Skin and Bones story, I feel I should explain myself. So, at first, I had writers block, then I had problems with school. By the time I had free time, it was like 4 months since I last wrote for that story, and I was too embarased to do anything. So, that story kinda ended.

You probably hate me for it. BUT! for people who want to know how it ended, I'll tell you.

Percy helped Annabeth with her "problem" for over a year. During which, both fell in love with each other. When Annabeth was healthy again, her and Percy stayed a couple till they were 23. Then Percy proposed to Annabeth (she said "yes" of course) and they got married 7 months later. When Annabeth was 26, she became pregnant. Both were overjoyed. 9 months later, they got a beautiful HEALTHY baby girl named Marina Sophia Jackson. Then they lived happily ever after.

There. I hope that makes up for not writing for a LONG time.

On another note, how do you like this story? Review! Flames accepted.