Please read the preceding story to this: Saving the Son of Hades. If you haven't read that, then read the story that started it all: Annabeth Chase and the Poison of Tartarus. I am very sorry to inform you that this will be the LAST story in this weird trilogy. But (yes there's a but) I will do my best to write more. I am thinking of doing a story trilogy on Solangelo? Willco? Some other ship name though. Review what you would like to see.
Peace out
Annabeth POV
I ran out of my cabin as the screaming intensified. "Grover! What in Hades in happening?" I shout.
"It's Clarisse, she knows where Percy went." replies Grover.
"How could she of all people know where he is?" I ask. A girl pushes past the crowd, none other than Clarisse.
"Because, I sent people to follow him. I mean what? You didn't really think I'd let him sneak out of camp without supervision? Besides, Prissy can't survive on his own." I rolled my eyes. It was debatable. "I'm sure he went to the Underworld."
"What about Myrtweed? He needs that, doesn't he?" asks Jason. I face him.
"You're one to speak. You're the one who was going to help him fake his death!" Jason looked down. I need to find him before he gets himself killed, for real this time.
"Okay, we need a prophecy. Rachel, where are you?" Everyone looked at the red haired girl.
"I already gave you the Death Prophecy. I don't know if there's one more." says Rachel. I point a finger at her.
"But Percy left. The prophecy…" I pause. "…said that he would go off on his own. Fine, we need to stick to whatever we were going to do. But I'm only taking two other people besides myself. I mean, that's the lucky number right?" Everyone shifted uncomfortably. I threw my hands in the air. "Would anyone like to volunteer?" Nobody put their hands up but eventually, I got two hands. Jason and Piper.