Summary: Let's play a game. I ask questions, and you answer. Here we go: You lose your soul: fight back, or give in? You lose a friend: find them, or give up? You have to make a choice: end the world, or end your world? You have three seconds. Good luck.

Quick Recap: What happened to Percy Jackson? I don't know.

Dislcaimer: I do not own anything.

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Chapter 3

"I Take a Nap"

(A/N: I'm going to try to stay only in Annabeth's POV so I don't jump POVs a lot.)

Annabeth's POV

The whole building rumbled. A massive earthquake began to violently shake the room, throwing me to the floor. Kronos and Silena had conveniently disappeared while I was busy avoiding slamming my head on the marble. Pillars began to crack and slide apart. The magnificent marble of the floor cracked, making crunching noises terribly like bones breaking. Breaking cracks were connecting, some forming complete shapes and causing chunks of the floor to crumble. The little fissures started to crawl their way to the ceiling causing little bits of marble to come raining down. Then I remembered Thalia.

Cautiously making my way to my feet, I stood upright. I took a stance as if I were fighting, which allowed me to balance myself so I wouldn't fall. Still in a slight crouch, I slowly advanced, making sure I wouldn't get tackled by a pillar, or falling debris. It was slow moving, and I wasn't really making any progress. Everything mattered about timing. If debris had fallen on Thalia it could kill her, if the floor under her crumbled she'd plummet to her death too. If I didn't get there now it would be too late.

I ignored my fear and started running to the streets. It wasn't easy. It was like trying to run on the backs of stampeding rhinos. I ran to the spot where the pillar had fallen on top of Thalia, picking out my steps carefully. At one point I chose a wrong spot, or maybe it was something else, but I ended up on the ground. The rumbling wasn't stopping and I looked up just in time to see a huge piece of marble flying at me. I quickly attempted to roll to the side to dodge it. It missed me by a thread of hair. Actually, it was so close it landed on my clothes and I had to yank the hem of my pants from under it to roll further away onto my stomach. Quickly assessing my position I tested the ground to see where it would support my weight. I tested spots with my foot, putting pressure against it, and determining if they would support my weight. At last I found two spots that felt sturdy enough. Gathering all the strength I had, I positioned myself so my feet were on the spots and I carefully tested again to find a place to put my hand to push myself up. My injured arm was useless.

I quickly looked up to make sure there was no debris flying at me again. Slowly I started to push myself up. It was like twister, except I had deadly projectiles flying around, and I could fall to my death at any given moment. The muscles in my arm were shaking violently from the weight of my body, and my progress was slow, but I didn't want to risk moving any faster. I check above me again and I saw debris falling down on top of me. I quickly straightened up to avoid being crushed and held out my hands for balance. The marble crashed into the floor, causing the ground to shake, and making me flail my arms around. By some miracle, I managed to get my balance back. The rock bore a hole into the floor and caused the floor to start crumbling too. I took a few cautious steps before I began to run around the hole and continue to Thalia.

When I finally got there, I saw Thalia struggling to push the pillar that had fallen on her, off of her. By some miracle she was alive and not relatively harmed. A small piece of rock hit me in the head, and I had to pause to blink out the black spots and get my balance back. Once I regained my vision fully, I saw chunks of marble were crumbling and crashing dangerously close to her head. I ran over to her and began to help her push the pillar. Which didn't really work out since my arm was stricken with pain. So I got on my knees and put my good shoulder under the pillar and pushed to my feet while Thalia tried to help. With the rumbling of the streets and our effort to push the pillar, it rolled off of Thalia and freed her legs.

As I put weight on my foot to stand up, the pressure from my weight completed the crack forming around me. The floor under me broke apart and I plummeted towards the ground. Thalia's head and right arm fell into the hole, but only for a moment. She pulled herself back up, yelling who knows what to me. Her voice was snatched away by the wind.

Roller coasters with huge drops? A lot of fun. Plummeting towards my death? Not so much. I flailed my arms to try to break my fall but it wasn't working. The pressure from the air passing by me so fast made it hard for me to intake air, and freaking out wasn't helping much either. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something black swoop towards me. Thinking it was trying to kill me, I tried to reach for my knife, but the wind kept my hands in place. 500 feet until impact. All of a sudden I hit something hard, and as I slid off tried to find my grip. My hand caught hold of something furry and I used my grip to scramble onto whatever hit me.

I found myself sitting on Black-Jack's back, who was currently trying to keep us from becoming pancakes. 200 feet above the ground he managed to catch a current and stop our rapid descent. I leaned closer to his ear and yelled, "We've got to go save Thalia! She's still up there!". Black-Jack whinnied in protest but flew up anyway. It was a slow way up, it was hard to fly upwards while trying to dodge pieces of marble varying from sizes of soccer balls to the size of a house. Black-Jack flew up into the gap of the floor which was now ten times wider, and I looked for Thalia. She was crawling away from the hole trying her best not to get hit from pieces of marble falling from the ceiling.

Most of Olmypus had fallen by now. It was a matter of time before the bridge connecting to the streets was destroyed. Black-Jack landed a bit of the way down from the hole that was getting larger and larger as pieces of marble crumbled away from the sides. I got off of Black-Jack and ran to Thalia. Cautiously I threw her arm around my shoulder as she painfully hopped on one foot while I ran back to Black-Jack. The marble was crumbling faster and in larger pieces and it looked like we weren't going to make it. I propped Thalia onto Black-Jack and she held onto his neck and as I was about to get on the marble under me crumbled away, again. I managed to grab hold of Black-Jack's hoof and he flew off as the rest of the marble crumbled.

So Black-Jack flew all the way down, avoiding huge chunks of rock. We soared over New York for what seemed like a couple of minutes before Black-Jack began his descent. Then he flew straight into a tree. Well, not exactly. He planned to pass by the branches to get to a clearing, but miscalculated my height, and so I slammed into the tree branch while Thalia and Black-Jack flew off. I painfully fell into other branches, which were scratching me, until I landed on the ground and blacked out.

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When I woke up it was dark. When I say dark, I mean pitch black darkness. I took a deep breath and ended up coughing from all the dust around me. I brushed the dust off me, and checked for any injuries. My arm was searing with pain, I seemed to have twisted my ankle, and I had a bunch of bruises, but nothing was broken. I had a lucky fall. "Thalia?", I called out in the hopes that maybe they tried to come back for me. There was no response. Climbing onto my feet, I realized that I was missing a shoe and that it was extremely frigid outside. In no time my teeth were chattering and my body was shivering. There was no way I could survive a night this cold.

Wait. It couldn't be night. Where was Typhon? Where were the battle noises? Of course there was nothing! Kronos had prevailed and ruined Olympus. The gods were probably chained and thrown into Tartarus and all the demigods had either been killed or were in hiding. If the gods weren't there to do anything, then the weather couldn't be regulated. Unless the Titans cared about us, which I doubt they did, they'd have Hyperion do something.

So everything has gone to Hades in a hand-basket(OK, maybe not, because right now that's impossible), and I'll probably die within the next couple of seconds if I don't find shelter and a heat source fast. Way to be optimistic. My foot was freezing up quickly and I was beginning to get hypothermia. Within no time I began to tremble violently from the cold and slowly I couldn't feel any of my limbs. I tripped and fell onto the floor in violent convulsions praying to the gods that I'd get out of this alive. I watched as my foot frosted over and my my skin turned a blueish color. I held onto consciousness for dear life not knowing what the hell was going on. My brain was in shock and my breathing was almost at a stop. The last thing I saw was the sun rising and feeling it's heat. It felt nice.

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I woke up.

shouldn'tIbedeadbynow?

I saw the sun.

it'ssohot,it'stoohotitssohothothothot

I was alive.

thegodsansweredmyprayers

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Completely surprised that I hadn't died and that the actual sun was out, I sat up...and realized I was sunburned. Fantastic.

The sun that was up was way too bright for me to even try to open my eyes. It even hurt when my eyes were closed, so I put both hands over my eyes. Not much improvement. My skin was stinging and I was trying to ignore the pain coming from pretty much all over my body. I crawled under something to get out of the sun, and tried to think. It seemed that my brain suffered from the major temperature change, because I was having a killer headache.

I was surprised I wasn't afraid, and then again I wasn't really surprised. The logical side of my brain took over. I probably suffered brain damage from the climate and it might have affected some regions of my brain. Seeing that I still had motor ability and I could logically think was soothing, but I wondered what had been affected. There was so many things I could have possible lost. It's really scary not knowing if you've forgotten memories. I realized for the first time in my life how horrible it would be if I'd forgotten a memory. Just one memory gone, and I'd be chasing that memory for the rest of my life.

I was completely sore, and I couldn't really move anymore. Had my muscles been damaged too? I was too tired to care. Ignoring the fact that I should have been looking for something to drink or eat, I listened to my body for once and I fell back asleep into oblivion.

I am so stupid.

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A/N: Shoutouts to those who commented/favorited/subscribed! The combination of finishing Son of Neptune and another urge for an update, I decided I'd take some time to finish another chapter. Then I failed to finish it, but I've finally gotten the time to finish this chapter.

Question: Is there enough description of action? Or am I telling rather than showing?

Constructive Criticism is greatly appreciated.