I know my first two chapters were short and boring but I promise they will get better from here. Its always hard for me to start stories, I don't know why.


PERCY

All Percy remembered was pushing Annabeth out of the path of the Italian car. He had not seen her since and he started to worry. Everything around him was dark and he didn't want to call out her name. But his love for Annabeth overcame his fear of being eaten so he called her name is a soft voice, getting louder each time he spoke. He started to get up but fell back to the ground. A large pain in his back made him want to yell, instead he dug his nails into the hard rock.

"Alright, walking isn't an option." He decided.

He lay on his stomach and started to claw his way across the room, but there was not way for Percy to know where he was. This reminded him of the time when he and Annabeth were rock climbing and his hand slipped. Annabeth had caught him and pulled him back up. Then she had a laughing fit.

"Annabeth, where are you?" He whspered into the nothingness.

Percy missed her. He missed his home at Camp Half-Blood. He missed his family and friends. Most of all, he missed his happiness.

"You can do this, brother." Said a familiar voice.

"Tyson?" Percy whispered.

How could his half-brother be in Tartarus? Then another voice said

"I believe in you, Percy." It was Percy's father, Poseidon.

Was he hallucinating? Or was he dreaming? Worse, was he dead? No, Percy pushed the thought out of his head.

"Where are you, precious daughter if Athena?"

This voice was different than the other ones. It sounded more real and Percy couldn't put a finger on who it was. He heard a small scuttling sound and then he saw her. The beast that caused this all. Standing right in front of him was the number one monster on Percy's kill list.

Arachne.