AU of the original story. Wasn't too sure how to describe so took a section of text.

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Chapter 1 (Percy POV)

"Come on, Goat boy." Annabeth said grabbing Grover's arm. Grover yelped when Annabeth touched him and his sneakers sprouted out wings. A moment later his legs shot forward, pulling him away from us. He landed flat on his back in the grass.

"Grover!" Annabeth chided "Stop messing around."

"But I didn't-" he started before letting out another yelp. His shoes were flapping like crazy now. They were levitating off the ground now. A split second later they began dragging him away from us.

"Maia!" he yelled as the shoes continued to drag him. The magic word had no effect on the shoes, like they had a mind of their own. "Maia already! Dial nine-one-one already!" he screamed out.

I broke out of our stunned silence and made a wild grab for Grover's arm, but it was too late, he was already sliding further away, picking up speed with every meter.

Annabeth and I took off after him.

"Untie the shoes!" Annabeth screamed out as we raced after Grover. It was a good idea, but I'd assume trying to untie your shoes whilst they are dragging you along at full speed would be rather difficult.

Grover tried to sit up but couldn't get close enough to the laces, every time he'd reach out one of the shoes would jerk forward offsetting Grover's balance and knocking him back down.

We kept after him as he slid through tufts of grass and along black stone. I was sure Grover would barrel straight through the gates of Hades palace, but the shoes took a sharp right and began to drag him in the opposite direction.

The slope then got steeper, Annabeth and I had to sprint to keep up with Grover. The cavern walls began to narrow on either side and I realised we had entered some kind of side tunnel. No black grass, no trees, just rock underfoot and the dim glow of stalactites above.

"Grover!" I yelled, my voice echoing off the rock around us. "Grab onto something!"

"What!?" He yelled back at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with despair.

I saw him furiously clawing onto the gravel and rock on the floor, but there was nothing large enough to stop him.

The tunnel got colder and darker. It smelled of evil as we continued racing down the tunnel. The hairs on my arms and neck bristled upwards.

Then when I saw what was ahead of us I stopped dead in my tracks. The tunnel opened up into a huge dark cavern. In the middle of the cavern was a gaping chasm the size of a city block.

Grover was sliding straight towards the edge of the cavern.

"Percy! Come on!" Annabeth yelled as she sprinted past me.

"but that's…" I said turning to Annabeth, her face was pale, but her eyes were filled with fiery determination.

"I know. The place you described in your dream. But Grover is going to fall if we don't catch him." Annabeth yelled at me. The mention of Grover falling sparked some sense into me and I took off again with renewed vigour.

Grover was yelling and clawing at the ground, but the winged shoes on his feet kept dragging him towards the chasm. It didn't look like we would get to him in time.

What saved Grover, were his hooves. The shoes had always been a loose fit on him so when the left one dragged him over a large rock, it came loose and fell to the floor unmoving. The right shoe kept tugging him, but at a much slower pace. Grover was able to anchor himself by grabbing onto a large rock and stopped moving altogether, 5 feet from the edge of the chasm.

We got to Grover who was hugging the rock for dear life, whimpering. The other shoe tugged itself off and angrily kicked our heads before flying off into the chasm.

We all collapsed on the floor in exhaustion. My legs felt like lead, even my backpack felt heavier. I slung it off and set it to rest next to me.

Grover was cut up pretty bad. His hands were scratched and bleeding. His eyes had gone slit like they did when he was terrified, his lips had gone a purple colour.

I don't... I…" He started staring at us disbelievingly. I started chuckling. Our luck really was terrible. Annabeth and then Grover also started laughing. A laugh of relief.

A faint whisper drew me from my laughter. "Wait" I said holding my hand up. They both stopped and looked at me with curious and concerned expressions.

"Listen…" I head another deep whisper come from the darkness.

Another few seconds passed before Annabeth spoke up. "Percy, this place-"

"Shhh" I whispered putting my finger to my lips. I stood up and stalked a little closer to the edge of the chasm.

The sound was getting louder, like an evil muttering, or chanting. It was coming from deep, deep below us, in the pit.

Grover sat up behind me "Wha-What's that?" he asked

Annabeth sat up next to him, obviously hearing it too. Her eyes widened, and I could tell we were thinking along the same lines.

"It's Tartarus. The entrance to Tartarus." I uncapped riptide and held it ready at my side, eyeing the pit cautiously. The second my blade expanded, the chanting faltered for a second, before resuming it's evil ritual.

The words were old, older than Ancient Greek. As if…

"We need to get out of here." Annabeth protested, garnering my attention. I turned around and looked at her, and was about to voice my agreement, before a flash of movement caught my eye.

A blur of movement shot towards me, and I felt a heavy thud against my chest. A second later I felt completely weightless.

"PERCY!" I heard Annabeth scream out.

-Line Break- (Annabeth POV)

I screamed out in terror as I saw Grover's other winged shoe slam Percy in the chest and knock him off his feet into the pit.

The shoe did a taunting flip before diving into the pit after Percy and its twin. I scrambled forward to the edge of the pit and leaned over.

"PERCY!?" I screamed at the top of my lungs. All I could see was blackness, and no sign of him. I felt something warm and wet against my face. Tears rolled off my cheeks.

I turned to look at Grover, who was sat staring at the place where Percy was knocked off, his face was pale and gaunt. I crawled over to Grover and pulled him into a hug.

A loud, raspy, evil voice began laughing. The voice was emanating from the chasm. It was laughing like it had just assured its own victory. I grabbed Grover, who was still lifeless and dragged him to his feet and out towards the way we came in, scooping up Percy's bag as we ran.

We stumbled out of the entrance and back into the fields of asphodel, where we collapsed at the base of a large poplar tree.

"Annabeth… Are you telling me that was Tartarus." Grover choked out, staring up at me with disbelieving eyes. "And Percy?" He whimpered out. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, making small rivers in the dust and muck that adorned his face.

I dropped my head and winced. Percy, Grover's best friend had just been kicked into Tartarus. Tears streamed down both of our faces. Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. We were in Hades realm, he has control here maybe he could help us.

"Grover, let's go to Hades palace. He may be able to help us." I said in a serious tone, standing and shouldering the backpack, which weighed a tonne. Had Percy really been lugging this the entire way? Why did it weigh so much.

"I don't care about Hades helping us! What about Percy?" he shouted out jumping up to his feet.

"Shut up goat boy! That is exactly what I'm talking about, we're in his domain, he could help get Percy back." I screamed at him, getting in his face.

Grover's eyes widened and he took a step back. His lower lip started trembling.

I looked at him apologetically. "Come on, let's go." I said, putting a hand on his shoulder and starting to walk towards the palace.

"Yeah sure." He mumbled. He tried to sound brave but he was trembling badly. I looked down at my own hand which was also shaking violently. Whatever it was in the pit that was chanting was old, older than anything I'd felt before. I could feel the power rolling off the voice.

The outer walls of the palace glittered black, and the two-story-tall bronze gates stood wide open. The Furies flew high above, circling us like vultures.

Up close, I saw that the engravings on the gates were scenes of death. Some were from modern times- an atomic bomb exploding over a city, a trench filled with gas mask-wearing soldiers, a line of African famine victims waiting with empty bowls-but all of them looked as if they'd been etched into the bronze thousands of years ago.

Inside the courtyard was the strangest garden I'd ever seen. Multi-coloured mushrooms, poisonous shrubs, and weird luminous plants grew without sunlight. Precious jewels made up for the lack of flowers, piles of rubies as big as my fist, clumps of diamonds, emeralds, sapphires, amethysts, topaz and many other gems littered the ground.

This was the most expensive garden I'd ever seen in my life.

In the centre of the garden was an orchard of pomegranate trees. Their orange bloom glowing like neon lights in the dark. "The garden on Persephone." I whispered out.

I looked over to see Grover walking towards a massive juicy pomegranate. "Grover!" I shouted out, running over to him and dragging him away from the tree.

"We need to keep moving" I said to him seriously. The tart smell of the fruit overwhelming me, trying to draw me back and take a bite. I knew though that if I ate anything in the underworld I would never be able to leave.

I pulled Grover up the steps of the palace, between black columns, through a black marble portico, and into the house of Hades. The entry hall had a polished bronze floor, which seemed to boil in the reflected torchlight. There was no ceiling, just the cavern roof, far above

Every side doorway was guarded by a skeleton in military gear. Some wore Greek armour, some British redcoat uniforms, some camouflage with tattered American flags on their shoulders. They carried spears or muskets or M-16s. None of them bothered us, but their hollow eye sockets followed us as we walked down the hall, toward the big set of doors at the opposite end.

Two U.S. Marine skeletons guarded the doors. They grinned down at us, rocket-propelled grenade launchers held across their chests.

I involuntarily shivered at their grin's. They weren't sinister, but more like 'You made a mistaking coming down here, soon you'll be joining us'.

A hot wind blew down the hall from behind us and the doors swung open. The Skeleton's stepped aside and made way for us to enter.

The room was exactly as Percy had described in his dream. The thought of Percy got my heart racing. The throne was currently occupied.

Hades was at least ten feet tall, and dressed in black silk robes and a crown of braided gold. His skin was albino white, his hair shoulder-length and jet black. He wasn't bulked up like Ares, but he radiated power. He lounged on his throne of fused human bones, looking lithe, graceful, and dangerous as a panther.

My shoulders began to ache under the weight of the bag on my back, though I wasn't sure why.

Hades's aura was affecting me, my skin was starting to itch under his intense gaze. The Lord of the Dead resembled pictures I'd seen of Adolph Hitler, or Napoleon, or the terrorist leaders who direct suicide bombers. Hades had the same intense eyes, the same kind of mesmerizing, evil charisma.

"You are brave to come here." He boomed out in an oily voice. "Brave.. but stupid. After what that wretched Son of Poseidon has done." He began looking around us and his face became one of confusion.

"Where is he!" He bellowed out. Numbness crept into my limbs. My mind began to cloud from fear. The word 'godly' wouldn't quite cover the being infront of us.

I bowed at his throne and Grover followed my example.

"Lord Hades, we have come here with two requests." I announced not raising my head.

He began chuckling. When I looked up I saw the Lord of the Dead raised an eyebrow. He sat forward in his throne and shadowy faces appeared in the folds of his black robes, faces of torment, as if the garment were stitched of trapped souls from the Fields of Punishment, trying to get out. The ADHD part of me wondered, off-task, whether the rest of his clothes were made the same way.

"Only two requests?" Hades said. "Arrogant Athena spawn. As if you have not already taken enough. Speak, then."

I glanced at the empty, smaller throne next to Hades's. It was shaped like a black flower, gilded with gold. I wished Queen Persephone were here. I recalled about how she could calm her husband's moods. But it was summer. Of course, Persephone would be above in the world of light with her mother, the goddess of agriculture, Demeter. Her visits, not the tilt of the planet, create the seasons.

"Percy, our friend was pulled into some pit. We were wonder-" I started before hades gasped in shock.

"The child of Poseidon has fallen into tartarus." He asked in disbelief. I grimly nodded my head. He began laughing in hysterics.

"Oh, I couldn't have planned it better myself. The child of my brother falls into tartarus, such a fate is worse than punishment." He said with glee, clapping his hands together. I looked at the lord of Dead in horror.

"Lord Hades, please can you help us rescue him?" I pleaded out to the god. He abruptly stopped laughing and glared at me. "Even if I had access to Tartarus, why would I help you save him? I think not." He announced leaving me trembling.

Hades eyes then flicked to the bag on my back.

"I have no quarrel with your mother, girl" He spat out. "Return my helm to me and I will allow you to leave." He bellowed, his eyes igniting with a cruel black fire.

I narrowed my eyes at him. I looked over at Grover who was just as confused as I was. "Lord Hades? We don't have your helm."

Hades let out a small snarl. "Open your bag then."

I gave him a confused look. My eyes then widened. I slung the bag off my back and opened the pouch. Inside a long cylinder of high grade metal was sat with a simple Greek Style helmet over the top.

"Wha…" Grover exclaimed. "Why are they in Percy's bag?"

"Well it appears little godling, that your friend Perseus Jackson was traitor." Hades seethed, his eyes boring into me. My mind was racing. Percy a traitor? It didn't seem possible.

"Now yield my helmet to me." Hades yelled slamming his fist down on the side of his throne. I took the helmet out and held it out before me. It levitated off my hand before disappearing in a dark flash.

"Now return to the mortal world with my brother's Master Bolt, before I change my mind." My mind was racing. Hades didn't want us or the Bolt? He was just letting us go?

With that he snapped his fingers and all the shadows in the room began to pool at our feet. I looked over at Grover whose eyes were darting around. Then the shadows consumed me.

I opened my eyes and sat up. My head was pounding with an un-earthly headache. Memories began to flood my mind, our meeting with Hades and the fate of Percy. I quickly looked around and saw Grover lying in a heap next to me. I looked up at the sun, which was high in the sky. It was a warm day, hot almost. People were milling around in a clearing near us. Children playing with a Frisbee, whilst parents onlooked sat on a blanket.

I looked up at the Empire state building which loomed above every other building. I turned and shook Grover, waking him up.

"Grover!" I yelled shaking him. He muttered something about enchiladas before his eyes shot open and he sat up straight.

"Annabeth?" he questioned wincing. I gave a small smile and nod before getting to my feet. The bag with Zeus's master bolt was still on my back. I helped Grover up to his feet.

"We need to return Zeus's Master Bolt." I said earning a nod of approval.

We began trekking through the streets of New York till we reached the base of the Empire State building.

We walked into the lobby and up to the man at the security desk. "Sixth Hundred floor please." I asked hopefully. The man was reading a large book with a picture of a wizard on the front. It must have been a great read because he didn't raise his head for a while.

"No such floor missy." He answered, folding the corner of the page and placing it careful down on the desk.

"We need an audience with Zeus." I answered hoping it would garner his attention. He gave me a vacant smile and a look that made me feel crazy.

"Sorry?" he asked leaning over to look at me. I slid off my bag and opened the zip, showing him the long metal cylinder. His eyes widened and his face paled considerably. I'd got him! he knew what this was and he couldn't refuse us.

"Is that?" he asked quietly. I gave him a nod before zipping the bag up and slinging it back over my shoulder.

He reached behind his desk and pulled out a small orange key card. "Make sure there is nobody in the elevator with you. Slip this into the slot." He said seriously before picking up his book again.

I did as he told and as soon as the doors slid shut I pushed the card into a small slit. A new button popped out on the panel. It was red and had the number 600 on it.

After quite a wait and an almost insufferable amount of Muzak, the doors slid open. I stepped out and had to catch my breath.

I was standing on a narrow stone walkway in the middle of the air. Below me was Manhattan, from the height of an airplane. In front of me, white marble steps wound up the spine of a cloud, into the sky.

From the top of the clouds rose the decapitated peak of a mountain, its summit covered with snow. Clinging to the mountainside were dozens of multileveled palaces, a city of mansions, all with white- columned porticos, gilded terraces, and bronze braziers glowing with a thousand fires. Roads wound crazily up to the peak, where the largest palace gleamed against the snow. Precariously perched gar-dens bloomed with olive trees and rosebushes. I could make out an open-air market filled with colourful tents, a stone amphitheatre built on one side of the mountain, a hippo-drome and a coliseum on the other. It was an Ancient Greek city, except it wasn't in ruins. It was new, and clean, and colourful. It was exactly the same as I remembered from the last time I visited at the solstice.

The architecture of Olympus was amazing. There was so much happening at once my brain decided to lock up. I felt Grover prodding me and pushing me along, but I couldn't even register it properly. Last time we had had an almost guided tour, but now, it was as if I was one of its own citizens, unguided and without restraints. We could go anywhere in the city.

"Beautiful…" I exclaimed, as we walked, earning another prod from Grover.

Our trip through Olympus was a blur. We passed wood nymphs in the park, giggling and eating olives. Hawkers in the market tried to sell us various products, from swords and shields, to ambrosia on a stick.

I gawked as we passed a small park, where the nine-muses were tuning their instruments on a concert stage. A small crowd had gathered at the base and were adamantly waiting. We passed hundreds of different minor gods and goddesses, each I was placing a name and domain to. Each looking as accurate as the stories described them.

Nobody on Olympus seemed concerned about the impending war. They didn't seem concerned about anything at all. Several minor gods spotted us and began whispering to each other, though none bothered us.

We continued to climb the main road, toward the big palace at the peak. It was like a reverse copy of the palace in the Underworld. Hades must've built his palace to resemble this one. He wasn't welcomed in Olympus except on the winter solstice, so he'd built his own Olympus underground.

We climbed a set of stairs into a central courtyard, and another set towards a massive set of doors that were just slightly ajar.

The throne room, if you could call it that was enormous, larger than Grand Central Station in New York. Massive marble columns led up to a domed roof. The space in between was a moving image of the night sky, with moving, glittering constellations.

Twelve thrones sat in a U shape around a central hearth. Each throne was a depiction of the Olympians domains. One was blood red, whilst another solid gold. Another was bright pink and another a contrast of metal, wiring and mechanics.

The seats of power of the twelve Olympians. Last time we were unable to attend the council meeting or see their seats of power so I had no idea what to expect of the throne room.

Two of the thrones were occupied. One, at the head of the room had a man with a neatly trimmed grey beard and a dark blue pinstriped suit. He was sat on a throne of storm clouds and lightning.

Zeus, King of the Gods did not look happy. He was eyeing Grover and I with a dangerous tone as we approached.

The other man, to Zeus's left was sat on a large throne that resembled a deep-sea fishing chair. In the holster where the rod would normally be placed sat a large trident glowing with a celestial power. Poseidon, sat his body visibly tense, his eyes raging a dark almost black, green colour.

The tension in the air between the sons of Kronos was palpable. I gulped before stepping up and kneeling before Zeus.

"Why have you come before us demi-god?" Zeus seethed out. It was clear they had just finished an argument, and the anger present in both gods was still bubbling beneath the surface.

"M… My Lord, Zeus. We have come to return your bolt." I almost whimpered out. The sheer pressure of the glare he was giving me burning a hole through me.

As I finished speaking his glare lessened to a point I could raise my head. Grover to my left was shaking in fear.

I slid the bag off my back and presented the bolt to Zeus. The bolt flew out of the bag, growing and beginning to spark. It reached his hand an 8ft long bolt of pure lightning that crackled under the touch of its master.

"A daughter of Athena no less, to return my bolt." Zeus said with a smirk on his face.

Poseidon let out an underlying growl. "What of my son Perseus, girl?" he said in a completely flat tone. I froze under the intense glare he was giving me. If I didn't choose my next words carefully they would certainly be my last.

I bowed my head. "My lord, your son, Percy… He fell." Poseidon's hand snaked around his trident, his knuckled turning white as he gripped the weapon.

"Meaning?" he whispered out in a deadly tone, his body shaking with anger.

"We were at the edge of tartarus… and.. and.." I said, tears beginning to stream down my face, the words choking in my throat. At this point Poseidon was now standing, flecks of green light coming off his form. I could see he was trying his hardest not to burst into his true form and obliterate us.

"POSEIDON, REIGN IN YOUR ANG…" A female voice across the room began before stopping as Poseidon's trident flew across the room with a sonic boom, impaling around her throat. The woman, A grey eyed goddess with long raven black hair, wearing a long elegant grey dress. My mother, Athena was trying and failing to pull the godly weapon away from her.

"ENOUGH!" Zeus roared slamming his master bolt, silencing the entire room. "Release her!" he bellowed out at Poseidon.

With a grunt he stretched out his hand and his trident flew back in, releasing my mother, who began coughing, a few traces of ichor dripping from her throat.

"WHO DO YOU…" Athena started before Zeus stood, his nostrils flaring.

"LEAVE!" He yelled, with a boom of thunder emphasising his voice. Athena met my eyes before turning and leaving in silence.

"Now brother, you will listen to this demi-god's tale, and you will not lose yourself again." Zeus said in a dark tone. Poseidon nodded and settled for glaring at me instead.

I looked over to Grover, who had still not moved since he first bowed. I took in a deep breath and carefully recounted the quest to the two. When I finished with Hades letting the two of us free Zeus began scratching his beard with a curiosity.

Poseidon however had resulted to sitting silently letting tears roll off his cheeks. For all I knew he had never spoken to Percy, so I wasn't sure why he was so heartbroken over Percy's death.

"Very well young hero. You may return to your camp." Zeus announced gesturing us off.

I stood, as did Grover, who still had his head hung and we walked out. As we stepped out into the fresh air the doors closed shut behind us.

I instantly fell to my knees on the steps and began retching. Grover placed a hand on my shoulder his face still gaunt and pale white, sweat trickling off. The pressure in the throne room was almost too much for us.

After a minute or so I looked up to see a grey eyed woman at the bottom of the steps. Her eyes sad with recognition. A second later she disappeared in a flurry of owls.

"Come on, let's get out of here." I whispered out.

Grover helped me up and together we walked out and down towards the elevator. The sights, sounds and smells of Olympus seeming less and less appealing with every step.

AN: Tell me what you guys think. Had this idea for quite a while and have been planning it out. Didn't want to stick to the most generic story lines that most go for. Instead this is something way out there.

Till next time!