Up in Half-Blood Hill, where no mortal every step foot, sat Percy and Annabeth. Watching the sun slowly dip beneath mountains.
Percy smiled softly as the sun cast a dim glow on his face. "Isn't it beautiful, Wise Girl?"
She pushed him playful and grinned. "Sure is, Seaweed Brain."
A few moments later, she felt a searing pain in her stomach. She looked down in surprise, seeing a sharp blade. That looked red.
Red with her blood.
The thought made her so nauseous, she passed out. The last thing she saw was Percy uncapping his sword.
Next thing she knew, she was in some dark, cave-like place. There were a lot of people lined up, all looked nervous. How did she get here?
Annabeth tapped the guy in front of her on the shoulder, to which he looked at her in annoyance. Suddenly, his face contorted to one of pure shock.
The dude pushed her in front of him. "Don't kill me again!"
Then, the other guy in front of her did the same thing. And again, and again...
Suddenly, she reached the front. Three people in black robes wearing these creepy gold masks. But that wasn't the worst part, the worst part was their voice. It sent chills down her spine.
The first one nodded approvingly. "Helped save the world."
The second one grinned creepily. "Went through Tartarus."
The third one though, wasn't in her approval. "She has the blood of Luke Castellan on her knife."
One of them shook his head and declared. "Dosen't matter, Elsyium for the girl!"
They all banged their gravels, and suddenly she was introduced to a familiar place she saw in the Underworld with Percy...