A/N: Wow. Tbh, writing Percy Jackson is probably one of the most challenging fandoms I've done so far. Also - this is at the end of the Mark of Athena, so if you haven't read it, I wouldn't recommend reading this just yet.
Enjoy. - avril
A one way trip.
A very hard fall.
The fall was longer than Percy expected.
It was dark, darker than anything he had ever experienced. The winds seemed to slice at the edges of his face; the cold pierced through his ragged clothes easily and into his skin. With every inch they fell, he could feel his strength draining out of him, his body being sapped of all his energy.
He heard the screams from the pit below them; felt the overwhelming evil that emanated from the darkness. But he looked at Annabeth - the fear that darkened her storm-grey eyes, the determination that twisted her mouth into a stubborn grimace - and he smiled. The warmth of her hand, the firmness of her grip - it was better than the most powerful weapon in the world. It was the only steady thing in the emptiness around them - the only steady thing in his life.
He looked at Annabeth, and he knew that he would fight to survive - fight for her - fight for them. Even as they plunged into Tartarus - a place where hope did not exist - he would not give up. He would never give up.
Just as long as we're together.