House Of Hades
(Authors Notes: All the characters, settings, etc., belong to Rick Riodan! This is only how I think the house of hades might be.)
1 Percy
Percy knew he was in trouble when he saw the floor. He groaned and turned over, making sure he still had Annabeth tight in his hand. He had been knocked out more times than he could remember, by falling chunks of the parking lot, cars, burritos, you name it. His head throbbed, but at least he still had Annabeth; he thought how stupid he was to have let he go on her side quest by herself, how he could have helped her. He thought back to when they fell into the pit; he had never regretted his decision to fall with her, not for a moment. Annabeth twisted in his grasp. "Are you alright?" he yelled down to her. All he could hear was her screaming, and then he saw it.
The ground and it was coming up fast. Huge, jagged, black rocks rose up out of the cold, hard ground. Few popular trees thrust out here and there, but otherwise nothing, just a dark expanse. He twisted his body around so he could take the brunt of the impact, not Annabeth. She screamed at him, probably telling him how stupid he was. He slammed his eyes shut, and pulled Annabeth into a hug; then he hit. He hit the ground with such force he rolled in one direction, and then Annabeth rolled in the other. He laid thee for a few seconds; his body beat up and bruised. He wanted to spring up and search for Annabeth, but his body had different ideas. It reminded him that he was stilled human; a human that needed rest. After a few seconds of trying to resist, he fell into a fitful sleep.
In his dream he was standing at the foot of a throne made out of shifting earth. "You made it this far little pawn, but you played right into my hands," the voice of Gaea spoke in his head. He struggled for Riptide, and used its light to look around the throne room. It was a massive cave, glittering with crystals. Huge trees grew out from the floor and wound their way across the ceiling. It would have been beautiful, if it wasn't for the trees dripping acid that smelled like rotten fish, and looked just how they smelled. Pinkish brown with chunks; Percy wrinkled his nose, trying not to inhale. "One day very soon your blood and the girl's you love will be spilled here, and I will finally awaken." Gaea's voice whispered, "Enjoy the last few hours you have with her, before both of you go insane and walk right into my hands. But no need to rush, I will get you eventually. As for your girlfriend, she is on the brink of insanity as we speak, so I won't keep you too long. I will see you soon." Percy woke up with sweat on his forehead, his hands shaking. But what really woke him up was someone screaming. "Annabeth," he thought.
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