I woke up with my face flat on the floor.

You think I'm joking, right? I literally was holding two people I care about by my own sword. And then we fell into the abyss of fire somehow still fine.

Definitely not a good sign.

I look around and find Percy on the floor with burn marks, yet otherwise fine. I walk over and crouch down.

His face has a bit of-wait a minute. Is that a slap mark? Annabeth. I thought.

I look around for her.

No sign of her. What if I-

I try to locate her in the underworld.

She's there.

What should I tell Percy? Oh, hi Percy. Hate to break it to you but your girlfriend is dead.

I can't get that thought out of my head. This will definitely make Percy fall apart. However you can't hide from the truth.

I look down at Percy and place my antarctic hand on his warm face. My nerves went immediately down to where I touched him.

The steady beat in my chest started to go wild and I felt blood rise to my cheeks, making a burning feeling across my face.

I keep my hand there and miraculously, the seashell demigod finally woke up. He saw my face.

"Where's Annabeth?"

Here goes nothing.

"She-She's d-dead."

The reaction on Percy's face made my hand retreat from his face and back to my sides.

"H-How? Why are we still alive? Why?"

I saw him start to tear up and waterfalls poured across his cheeks.

Nervously, I managed to lift both my hands and wiped Percy's tears off, stroking his cheeks in the process.

"Whoever killed Annabeth will pay for it, Percy. As long as we're still up and going, we will not give up. Got it? As long as I'm here, I'm going to help you avenge Annabeth."

He winced at the last sentence but complied.

We walk for a while to explore the terrain.

Nothing but red floor for miles.

Every couple of minutes or so, I feel a stroke of skin touching mine.

I noticed a portion of a building in the distance. As soon as we approached it, I remembered what this building is.

My dad's haunted house.

I gulp down just by seeing this contraption. I felt something lacing my fingers. I look to see Percy holding my hand, his warm fingers lacing within mine.

He had the same of expression I had. Fear mixed with cofidence. Only I was the one who had plain fear.

Shivering, I guided Percy to the house only to find ourselves inside somehow.

Strange, the appearance of my dad's haunted house, Annabeth's death, and only Percy and me in this place.

Could it have been-

"Hello, boys."

Hold on for Part 3.