Helloooo everyone! After much gagging and groaning this morning, this came to me in a dream. I though, what the hell, it might just make a pretty good read. Yes, first chapter's short boring, still got a bit of a headache and it's blocking my creative juices, but could you just tell me if you think I'm on the right track? This chapter should give you the gist of the story.

Thanks, guys. Stay awesome :D


Freefall (both ways)

Annabeth fell like a rock. She had stopped screaming hours ago. Or was it weeks? Time was different in Tartarus. She was clutching her backpack to her chest, trying to ignore the pounding in her head as the wind rushed past.

She patted her pocket and was relieved to find a familiar small lump. At least it was still there. A crystal drop from Percy, from the waters of the lake at Camp Half-Blood. Amazing what the son of Poseidon could do.

Annabeth looked down. There was a river below her, glistening darkly. She shuddered. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if Percy was there. He hadn't been able to catch her in time. At least he wouldn't have died along with her in this hellish domain. It was getting hotter as she fell.

She remembered something about hitting water at high speeds. It was like hitting a hot tarmac. Then her genius brain kicked in and she dropped her backpack and straightened her back. She pointed her toes to the water below.

Annabeth closed her eyes and waited for the impact. When it finally came, she kicked upward. Her head broke the surface, but she immediately regretted it when the voices of miserable souls whispered to her.

You'll die down here...

Hope is lost...

Give up...

Give up...

Give in...

Annabeth crawled out of the river, breathing heavily. Then she collapsed and blacked out. She fell freely into her own darkness.


(read this if I call you Frodo) Oh, and my dear friend Frodo, don't you want to review my other stories? Yes? No? Stay epic anyhow ;D