Percy I

Percy just couldn't seem to shake the feeling of being watched. Of course, ever since he escaped Tartarus, the feeling never left him. He decided to try and ignore it. A decision that he was definitely going to regret later. It was in the middle of the night, and Percy struggled to keep his eyes open, determined not to fall asleep.

Every time his eyes fluttered closed, images of Bob flashed through his head. Bob helping them fight off monsters, Bob meeting Small Bob, and the most important: he sacrificed himself to close the doors of death. His final words created a lump in Percy's throat every time: Say hello to the stars for me. Percy never looked at the stars the same way again. Bob was Zoe Nightshade's grandfather, in some weird family tree, and when she died Artemis cast her huntress to the stars. That brought a whole lot more meaning to his words.

Without Bob, he and Annabeth would be dead. Annabeth. The name brought a smile to his lips every time he thought of her.

He didn't know what came over him, but he found himself walking over to her room. He peeked through her door. She was peacefully asleep, with small smile lighting up her face. Percy thought she looked stunning, absolutely perfect in every way. He tried to keep in a smile.

He started to back away and close the door, but he didn't get the chance. He slipped on one of her 900 paged "short read" books, and fell flat on his face. "I survived Tartarus and get hurt by a book?" he flinched. The gods, if any were watching, must be laughing at him, for sure. He started to get up, but jumped at a small giggle. "Seaweed Brain," snickered a certain daughter of Athena, "Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"I-uh-yeah-but-um" He stuttered charmingly, still a little dazed from the fall (from the book, not Tartarus). She giggled again. The same giggle that Percy loved. It made him think that once all of this was over, that he could finally live a good life and be happy. With Annabeth, of course. He was brought back into reality when he felt a soft peck on his cheek.

"Go get some rest," she stated, "We need to get plenty of sleep before we have to fight her." Her. Gaea. Mother Dirt Face herself, as Leo liked to call her. Her name sent a chill down his spine. He definitely didn't want to fight her any time soon. He fought Kronos, the Titan King himself, but he had a feeling Gaea was going to be much, much harder. He has had some bad experiences with the Earth goddess, but not as bad as his friends, and he was planning to keep it that way.

"Yes, Mother." He received a glare that softened when he kissed her on the cheek. He trudged towards the door and down the hallway. He knew that he had to get some sleep, but he also knew that once he let sleep take him, so would nightmares. Eventually, after what seemed like hours, he finally gave up struggling to stay awake and fell asleep.

"You IDIOT!" He heard an angry voice that sounded ancient, but not godly. Percy took in his surroundings. He was startled, to say the least, at where he was. He was back in Tartarus, in a cave that did not look friendly. "You let them get AWAY!" Percy strained to see who owned that voice. It was definitely a monster, but he couldn't tell what. The next that he heard, though, threw him off guard.

"It wasn't my fault!" cried a voice that belonged to the most disgusting creature that he has seen before. Arachne. The spider that almost killed Annabeth and the monster that brought them to Tartarus. He felt hatred boiling in his blood, but heard Annabeth's voice in his head chiding him. "Don't do anything you'll regret." Percy managed to calm down.

"The stupid son of Poseidon helped her, and did not lose hope like I intended him too!" a scared Arachne spat.

"Now we will have to capture two of them again for there to be sacrifices to wake Mother!" whined an angry monster. Titan? God? Percy didn't know, and he didn't want to get closer to find out.

"Does it matter which two?" muttered Arachne. Percy risked tiptoeing closer to hear what the thing would respond.

"No, I don't thin-"He cut himself off. His eyes narrowed into slits, and stared directly at Percy. "Looks like we have a visitor." He sneered.