A story that makes my heart pain. Most of the Tartarus plot-line isn't the same but it's a fanfiction.
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Disclaimer:- I don't own PJO or HOO
The Brightest Starts Shine in the Darkest Night.
I became a star, but hero I never left,
I follow thee journey, as thou grow from unbalanced to deft.
Monsters bite and claws rake.
My, my hero, when will thou break?
"Annabeth!" A boy, with green eyes that once shone so bright, and dark hair that was matted to his forehead, shouts to his beloved, as her limp body – not dead, unconscious, not dead – falls from the cyclops hand and crashes onto the floor of the dark cavern…of hell.
The boy held a sword in his hand, a gleaming bronze sword which is the only thing that shines in the darkness. Once upon a time, his eyes, bright sea-green eyes used to shine, possibly brighter than his sword and if his eyes didn't strike you, his smile – a bright, blinding and cheerful smile did. But, if you look at him, now, you'll feel nothing, but pain and anger radiate out of him.
He glares at the cyclops and charges with his sword in hand. His knee has been stabbed by some monster – he doesn't care who – but that doesn't stop him from jumping up and stabbing the monster, who wails in pain. The boy pulls his sword out and starts slashing – small, but painful scars to torture the monster – to share just one glimpse of how much they'd hurt him.
His beloved, groans to him, "Percy, please," She winces as she sees her boyfriend torture a monster, "Percy, stop. Stop!"
Her wailing affects the boy, who reluctantly, with a clean swipe of his blade finishes the monster. Anaklusmos – it would be the last thing the creature saw.
Thou wield my sword, rigorous yet frivolous.
Thee curse heaven and thou curse hell, but thee take pain – mental and physical.
Thee walk, thee fall, but thee stand tall even though, thou ache,
Oh, my hero, when will thou break?
The empousi smiles at him – they've got him and Annabeth, now. Beautiful, pretty, confident Annabeth reduced to weak and crying Annabeth, but he still loves her. Even more, probably. It isn't fair while gods dine and whine up on Olympus, they suffer pain. Just, pain. Annabeth, Percy and pain.
The metallic chains they've hung around him doesn't bother him, honestly. Nor, does the fact that he could be killed. What bothers him is that he's going to die a failure … he can not close the doors and he can not save Annabeth. Annabeth. Just Annabeth.
The empousai in the lead, smiles a pitiful smile at him and Percy's blood boils. Pity. He doesn't need it.
She walks up to him, with a whip in hand which makes her more dangerous than any wielder of sword or knife. To have the cruel desire to wield a whip…that is in itself enough to make you suffer Fields of Punishment.
"Percy Jackson," Her voice makes him shiver but he barely registers his name – he has tossed aside his name, his identity while in Tartarus – they are not horses that they'll let him go just because Poseidon.
Because Poseidon is not going to help him, now. And he feels lost without it.
The empousai reminds him of all the times he could have shown alliance to the giants, "Gaia let you live and killed Phineas-"
"So, she can kill me later." Whip.
"Gaia asked you to serve him," Whip, "But you didn't listen." Whip. "You should have listened to Polybotes- let him torture you. At least, you'd be under the sea. But you killed him." Whip. "You should have let those empousi to kill you, early, painless, but no." Whip.
It is hard to focus on her words because after every sentence, his mouth opens in a silent scream while his body registers the pain. His ears, feel raw after listening to Annabeth's screams – continuous, painful. Gods, have mercy – save her.
Nothing happened.
"You should have listened to them, Percy Jackson, because I cannot kill you. Tartarus wanted to kill you at first, but now his orders are to make you two survive..."
Percy feels relieved – probably Annabeth will make it out.
"While we torture your soul and body to insanity."
Oh hero, thou see – sometimes stars can appear in hell,
If thee can only find them and use them well.
Thee smile, thee hide thou fear, thee fake.
But, my hero, thou didn't break.
The weird legged - vampire leans in to have another taste, near his shoulder blade while a Keres feeds on the other shoulder blade. The empusai drinks his blood and moans often, while Percy is so thirsty, he is forced to control his weird urges to drink his own blade.
Insanity seems to be boding well.
They attack him with blades, swords, chains and whips while Annabeth plays around words, minimizing the danger but he can hear the panic in her voice. At least, it's him who's being tortured and Annabeth who is forced to watch. He doesn't think he can survive if their places were switched.
Suddenly, the empousai appears with the most bloodcurdling sword he had ever seen.
"The blade of Tartarus. It maximises the pain of your injuries – old and new to a fifty." Percy understands her words and wishes he hadn't. Too painful.
"He'd die!" Annabeth protests and Percy agrees. He has had so many wounds, specially after his encounter with Arai.
The empousai gave her the pity smile, "That's the thing. He can't die. The sword won't let his soul escape. Imagine, a stab can become so painful, it can kill but he won't die."
Annabeth looks at him – defeated grey eyes. He loves her, he decides, he loves her so much. If only, she was in in his arms, back at his cabin, kissing…
Hero, when tears of stars rain, people make a wish.
And, I cry. I wish upon thou a moment- just a moment- of eternal bliss.
And it pains to see how much thou can take.
Oh, my hero, when will thou break?
Annabeth shouts. Because, she feels pathetic. Because, she feels useless, while Percy lay on the floor – his features crumpled, his eyes misted by pain. So much pain. She doesn't have a weapon – they let her touch him. She puts his head on her lap and lifts his hand, it falls right back towards the earth. Pain. Hurt. She looks towards the ceiling- towards Olympus. And she curses them to feel a fraction of what she and Percy have suffered. Just one fraction.
Because, Annabeth Chase has seen Percy Jackson through his darkest stages. Yet, this was the first time, she saw him paralyzed. In pain.
This is unfair, I yell. But people take stars for granted, like their shine.
What did thee ever do? Except save people innumerable times.
After the breaking night, thee still dared to wake.
Oh, my hero, when will thou break?
Percy wakes up. He prays that it was all a dream, but it wasn't. He's in Dameson's place. Annabeth's screams resonate his ears, 'Kill, him! Kill Percy. I beg you, kill him.' Then, she started crying as the monsters pulled out the sword, for long enough to let him recover – the pain vanishes away, then they strike it back down. Again. And Again. And again.
He doesn't know how he is supposed to feel. Scared? Angry? Relieved? Traumatic?
He doesn't know. With a chill, he thinks – 'Maybe, I've forgotten how to feel.'
I remember thou cries, hero. I remember thou pain.
I remember it all, and seeing it made me feel insane.
I remember thou hurricanes and the quakes,
My beloved hero, when will thou break?
They're out, now but he's shaken up. He remembered when they were in Damaseon's place, how he'd held Annabeth and cried like his life depended on it. He remembers everything. And it haunts him, but in the silver lining, he saw a life with Annabeth.
He saw a victory, against hell. If they've survived that, they're not going to be beaten. Percy thought he couldn't feel, but the fact he recognized that he can't feel was the confirmation that he was a human. A god. A demi-god.
He snaked his arms around his shine – Annabeth Chase. His eyes weren't sparkling but that was fine…after Bob's and Damasen's sacrifice, he didn't need something shiny. It would be … unfair. So, with doubt and confusion yet, a serene peaceful state of mind, he looks up to the stars.
'Bob says hello,'
Thou are nothing like the greatest centuries ago,
Thou are proud, sad, high-spirited yet low.
Thee surprise me hero, with every step thee take.
Thee dominate oceans, hell's rivers and lakes,
After a tough battle, the next day thee still wake.
After a hellish night, thee renew by daybreak.
Thee raised the grounds, hero – the sacrifices, the stakes.
I stay calm just for thou sake.
But, thou made an immortal's heart ache,
As I see thou, fighting every day.
But I know for sure, thou aren't fake,
Do thou remember a certain Zoe Nightshade?
Because, I remember, and I know – 'Thee, my hero, will never break.'
This was sad. Request any fanfiction ideas, please.
Bye.