A/N Hi there. This is my first story for Fanfiction so please don't be too harsh. Please leave a review on what I could improve on or bits that you liked. Enjoy
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Percy Jackson, as much as I would like to. All characters belong to Rick Riordan.
Hazel P.O.V
Nico and I stood there, frozen in shock. The dark hole loomed in front of us. I could hear Jason and Frank trying to secure the Athena Parthenos, but I wasn't paying attention. I glanced at Nico beside me. He never cries, but his eyes were wet. He swallowed, his Adams Apple bobbing.
"May the Gods help them now." With that, he sat down abruptly, his eyes staring into the darkness.
I willed my legs to move. It had seemed like an age had passed since I saw them fall, holding hands on the way down into eternal darkness. A few minutes later, the rest of our group had dealt with the enormous statue.
Piper ran over. "How's Annabeth's ankle. Is she alright?" She looked around, trying to find her. A look of alarm washed over her face. She seemed to look at me for the first time. Seeing my grim expression, her eyes widened."No! No...No. That can't be right! Hazel! Where are they?"
I shook my head. "Annabeth and Percy...we need someone to close the doors on the other side. A boy and a girl. I'm-I'm so sorry Piper. They fell in."
By this point, Piper wasn't even listening. She had known what had happened since the moment she saw my grieving face. She sobbed into Jason's shoulder, who had just appeared. Frank and Leo stood a few steps back, shock etched onto their tired faces.
"I should have saved them." Jason muttered.
"No, it was my fault." Frank replied.
"I chose to open the cookie, "Leo said." If I had saved it until later, they might still be here. I should've-"
"If you didn't open the cookie, Frank and Hazel would be in their place." Nico sighed, before adding:" This had to happen. I know that sounds terrible but...Listen: two of us had to go to Tartarus. Percy and Annabeth are probably the strongest of us all. They would be the only ones who might stand a chance in there. Now, it's our job to close the doors. We owe them that..."
We agreed quietly. The silence started threatening to swallow us up.
Finally, it was broken by Jason. "We have no business here anymore. Let's get the statue onto the Argo ll. Come on."
An hour later, we were all on board, sulking in the privacy of our rooms. Leo's voice came over the loudspeaker, but it was missing that playfulness it always had. It sounded hollow.
"Destination: Greece. Expected time of arrival: 11 o'clock, tomorrow morning. Over and out."
With a sigh, I sat down on my hastily made bed. It all didn't seem real. I expected to hear Percy's booming voice come down the hall, or see Annabeth walk past my door. But I knew that wouldn't happen. As much as I wanted it to, it would never be true.
A tear fell down onto my lap. I stared at the spot on my jeans. The others had argued over whose fault it had been. It had seemed childish to me. But maybe that's because I knew none of it was true. The real fault lay with me, when I had foolishly helped Gaia all those years ago. I was the reason why Percy and Annabeth were down in Tartarus. At the end of the day, there was only me to blame
Did you enjoy it? I hope you did. I'd like to continue this with the way that Percy and Annabeths parents are told about this, and a memorial for them back at camp. I know this was quite short but please review- I don't mind how short it is. Thanks for reading!