Hey guys uh. I don't own PJO, Riordan does, Read and stuff yay!
Hazel and Frank were in the Underworld. "How did this happen?" you may be asking. Well, they weren't really in the Underworld, I mean they were, just not in the flesh. Well in the purple flesh. Oh nevermind. Hazel had just had a flashback and was joined by Frank, since he's a nice guy. They were in the Fields of Asphodel.
Frank reached into his pocket, grasping at his half burned stick. "In fact… Since we've got eternity to talk, there's something I want to tell-" Frank was cut off by howls in the distance.
"Cerberus?" Hazel frowned, "Why does Cerberus sound so depressed? Unless that's a different giant dog. Maybe a Moose?" Frank stood up looking around. "Maybe he accidentally stepped on a lego?" Hazel rolled her eyes as she stood up. "They don't make legos in the Underworld, Frank." Frank frowned, "What if there was this, lego factory employee or something, and he like…. Made legos in the underworld like his job and-" "Just stop…" Hazel said with a grin.
Frank was about to sit down again when he heard something. Or maybe just sensed it. He really didn't know the difference. He turned and his eyes widened. "Uhhh Hazel?" he said slack-jawed. Hazel turned and froze. There not 20 feet in front of them, were 3 kids. They looked like they were beaten up, thrown into a river, burned, then beaten up again. That may have been an exaggeration but they looked pretty bad. Their clothes were tattered, their faces were covered in grime and a couple of bruises, and one of them was walking like he had broken his legs, or had some kind of muscle deformity.
That wasn't the most interesting thing. One of the kids, looked a lot like their kick-ass, water cannon exploding, Octavian bashing, Greggus friend, Perseus Jackson. The only thing different was that this kid was shorter, scruffier, younger, and dirtier. But the sea-green eyes and the black messy hair was the same.
"Is that?.." Frank trailed off staring at the kid. Hazel was gaping at him. "Is it just me, or does that kid look a lot like Percy…" she finally mustered. "I mean like, the hair and the eyes."
"Yeah I see it too," Frank murmured, "It looks like he's younger." "Hazel nodded, "We should follow them, might be a good idea to grab onto them, like you know, piggy back ride, I could never walk anywhere in the Fields of Asphodel. " Frank raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you think they can carry us?" Hazel rolled her eyes, "We're ghosts." Frank blushed, "Yea right… right yeah." They hitched onto the twelve-ish, thirteen-ish year-olds and held on. Frank got the Percy-looking kid, while Hazel grabbed onto the blonde one.
"So…" Frank began. "I'm just going to assume this kid is Percy, What is he doing in the underworld?" Hazel shook her head, "I have no clue, and who are the other kids?"
The kids were looking towards Elysium before one of them spoke up. ""That's what it's all about, That's the place for heroes." Little Percy looked over and said, "It's kinda depressing, I mean, there aren't that many people there. It's sad not many people do good in their lives.
Frank whistled, "Deep for an eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen-old." Hazel laughed, "People in general just suck. They're all pretty mean." After a few miles of walking, they began to hear a familiar screech in the distance. Looming on the horizon was a palace of glittering black obsidian, Pluto's Palace. Above the parapets swirled three dark batlike creatures: the Furies.
"I suppose it's too late to turn back?" The kid with the broken legs said wistfully. Hazel giggled, "We'll be ok," Little Percy assured them, trying (and failing) to sound confident. "Maybe we should search some of the other places first, the guy shot back to Little Percy. "Like, Elysium, for instance ..." "Come on goat boy." The blonde hair girl said, pulling the guy away. Frank raised an eyebrow. "Goat boy?" he asked, "Like a Faun?" Hazel's eyebrows furrowed, "What would a Faun be doing in the underworld, I thought they were supposed to be to lazy."
She was cut of by a yelp as the goat boy's shoes sprouted wings. "Woa what the-" Frank began, The shoes pulled goat boy away, yelping. "Grover, stop messing around." the blonde hair girl chided. "Grover," Frank repeated. "Ok" Grover yelped again, "But I didn't-" The shoes started to pull him away. Grover screamed. "Maia!" but the word seemed to have no effect. "Maia, already! Nine-one-one! Help!" The kids ran after them. "Untie the shoes!" The blonde hair girled yelled. But Grover had no core muscles. He couldn't pull himself up to untie the shoes. The flying Grover hung a right and dragged him into a side tunnel. "Woa wait," Hazel said, "I know this place, it's the entrance to-" "Grover!" Little Percy yelled, "Hold onto something!" Problem, there wasn't really anything to hold on to. They stopped. Before them was a yawning hole, The size of the Forum back at Camp Jupiter, and pitch black."Come on, Percy!" the blonde yelled tugging Percy along. "Aha!" Frank declared, "That is Percy… But then." Percy yelled "But that's—" "I know!" Blondie shouted. "The place you described in your dream! But Grover's going to fall if we don't catch him." Hazel winced. "Rest in peace Grover, that's the entrance to Tartarus, like impossible to escape."
Grover's feet hit a rock and one shoe flew off to reveal, you guessed it, hooves. "Huh," Hazel said, "So he is a Faun, That begs the question, what in Pluto's name is it doing down here." Frank shrugged and turned back to the pit. Percy and Blondie just managed to grab onto Grover before he was pulled in. The other shoe tugged itself off and kicked Percy in the face.
"I don't know how ..." Grover panted. "I didn't..." "Wait," Percy said. "Listen." "Percy, this place—" Blondie said "Shh." Percy stood up. There was a whispering, muttering sound almost like the slithering of a snake coming from the depths of the pit. Grover sat up. "Wh—what's that noise?" "Tartarus." Blondie whispered "The entrance to Tartarus." Percy uncapped his sword.
"Magic," he said. "We have to get out of here," Blondie said. They dragged Grover to his feet and started to run. Hazel gasped, "Saturn!" she exclaimed, "That's gotta be Saturn or some other very evil very angry very in need of a cough drop, deity." An explosion started to pull them back into the pit, Frank almost let go of Percy but they all made it out. "What was that?" Grover panted "One of Hades's pets?" Frank raised an eyebrow. "Did that Faun just say, Hades?" Hazel's eyes widened. "Hades, as in, the Greek Pluto. That Hades? Why's the Faun talking in Greek terms. Frank shrugged. "Maybe the Faun likes the Greek terms better?" Hazel shook her head, "This seems wrong, very wrong." Percy capped his sword "Let's keep going." Percy looked at Grover. "Can you walk?" He swallowed. "Yeah, sure. I never liked those shoes, anyway." "But come on!" Frank complained. "Flying shoes seem like a pretty good deal."