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Chapter 11: Erebos

Percy's POV

I slumped against the airplane wall as in took off into the air. Of all the three of us, I was most apprehensive when Annabeth mentioned that the fastest way to get to Los Angeles—Where Grover said that the next Aura is strongest—is through air. Something almost made me say that I also hate air, just like I hate the ocean. But I won't be a burden to my quest mates. So, I allowed myself to be dragged to this... hole. I felt trapped inside the airplane. Zeus could suddenly get mad for no reason and blow us off the sky. Plus, I felt really tired. And confused. Things aren't supposed to happen. Things like... oh forget it. It's just that things happen around me when I lose my temper.

Did Athena give me extra abilities that might get me killed? Just ignore the happy thought.

I also know that Annabeth is being wary of me ever since the comment about my eyes five days ago. Unfortunately, I think she was being wary of nothing. Changing eye color is impossible, right? Unless you have contact lenses, and I hate those. I let my head rest on my seat. "Wake me up when we land, okay?" Grover nodded, while Annabeth just stared at me.

I ignored her and slept.

Dream Sequence~~~

I was in the beach again. Curling my lips in disgust, I stepped away from the waves lapping at my feet. It was the ocean's fault that I became fatherless. At least, that's what's on my memory. Not that it's reliable of the moment. A figure stepped out of the shadows, and I trembled. It was the Oracle, only she seemed, alive. She was looking at me forlornly, as if delivering... bad news. I sighed. "Holy cow, just get on with it, Oracle."

"Perseus." I jumped. The Oracle's voice was still raspy and snake like. I had hoped I will never hear it again... what did she say before again? Lotus Casino must have hi-jacked my memory... The oracle opened her mouth, she proclaimed:

You shall travel to the enemies lands,

Find what are stolen and deliver to the owner's hands

And fail to learn the truth in the end

To be betrayed by the saviour, your friend.

She continued saying the same thing over and over, but only the second line.

Find what are stolen and deliver to the owner's hands

Find what are stolen and deliver to the owner's hands

Find what are stolen and deliver to the owner's hands

Find what are stolen and deliver to the owner's hands

I covered my ears. "Stop! STOP! STOPPPPPP!"

End Dream Sequence~~~

I woke up, Annabeth shaking me. "Per—" She stared at my eyes for a second. I felt light headed, and asked her a stupid question. "Is my eyes changing colours again?" I muttered. She grinned and shook her head. "It's just... so bright. What were you dreaming about? You looked like in pain." I ignored the question. "Are we here?" Grover looked at me, mouth full of aluminium-like substances. Yuck. "We're almost there, and we only took 3 hours!" I nodded, closed my eyes and rubbed my temples. Find what are stolen and deliver to the owner's hands... Find what are stolen and deliver to the owner's hands... My eyes snapped open. "Guys, I think we need to do something fast." I caught their attention. "I think that we'll need to give the gods their belongings... personally." Grover choked on his Tin can. "Personally? Can't they just go to Olympus and and get their weapons there?" Annabeth shook her head. "The Big Three are angry at each other, right? They won't go to Olympus, even to get their weapons back. Percy's right. And I remember the wording of the prophecy..." Annabeth looked at me. "Yes. I'm sure. We need to do it personally." I nodded at Grover. "Where is the next weapon? The masterbolt?" He looked at me uncertainly; his lips suddenly pale as a sheet.

"It's in the underworld."

Annabeth gasped. "Then... then... Hades must have taken it!" Thunder rumbled overhead. I shook my head at Annabeth. "If Hades took it, then he would use the weapon to blackmail Zeus or stuff. What?" Annabeth was boring holes into me. "You seem to know Hades a lot." My eyes widened. "Are you accusing me or something?" She looked away. My temper was flaring, and thunder was rumbling a lot overhead.

"We are arriving, please fasten your seatbelts."

I did, grumbling. How could Annabeth say that? SHE IS MY SISTER FOR OLYMPUS' SAKE! I decided to ignore her presence, childish or not. She's the one who made my life a living hell at camp. She doesn't deserve even my attention. She's the one suspicious of me, and now she's accusing me of... helping Hades!

To be betrayed by the saviour, your friend.

Huh? That line of the prophecy appeared in my mind. I looked at Annabeth. Is she... Will she be the one to betray me in the end? She has saved me a lot of times, really... No, I refuse to think that. Even though she is too suspicious for her sake, she won't betray anyone, much less her brother. Her brother who she didn't think as her brother. Oh joy, just what I need. Complications involving relationships. I mean in a friendly way. Not the romantic. Oh, I didn't think about that. You fed that into my mind. WHO SAID I'M BEING DEFENSIVE? AND WHO AM I TALKING TO ANYWAY!

ARGH! ..ANNABETH!

As we trudged along Los Angeles, my thoughts were still directed towards the grey-eyed girl walking gracefully next to me. It's wasn't until we reached Sta. Monica Beach that I stopped. There is an Aura here... Not from monsters, because I can't sense that. I looked at Grover. "Come on."

We ran towards the beach, Annabeth lagging behind. Not that I care. I looked at her icily and looked at Grover. "One of us has to separate and deliver the trident to Poseidon." I looked at Grover. He's the only one who can go. I hate the ocean, and Annabeth and I don't like Poseidon, because of the disagreement between our mother and him. One reason why Annabeth mistrusts me too. I couldn't hate Poseidon like she does. "But... I can't breathe underwater!" I smiled humourlessly. "You have Poseidon's Trident, and you brought it to him. He will have to make sure you arrive at his... place safely. Make him swear on River Styx." Grover nodded. I gave him the trident and stepped back.

And then he walked towards the ocean, and disappeared over the waves. I was kind of sad to lose him against the ocean again. I turned, not waiting for Annabeth, and headed towards the underworld entrance, the DOA studios.

It was early afternoon when I opened the DOA doors. The people there where transparent, but for some weird reason, they kind of calmed me down. Weird... It's not like I used to see them before, right? Some of them stared at me and smiled. I just looked at them warily. Then we came to the counter. A man who looked like he went to a disco party and has not changed clothes since 40 years ago bent his head and looked at us. He started when he saw me, then his lips curled into a sneer. I knew who this man was. Charon.

"We wish to go to the Underworld." Annabeth said. Charon sniffed at us. "No can't do that. You're godlings. Only the dead may pass." I reached to my pocket. There was a bag of Drachmas there, but when I looked at it, there was only one drachma left. Charon snickered. "Only one may pass." My temper flared again. We were on a mission to save the world and he would only let one pass? How cruel is that? I slapped my hand on the tabletop, giving him the hardest look I have, which can probably rival Zeus', no offense intended. "Charon. Take us to the underworld. NOW." He looked at me, suddenly afraid. "Of... Of course... Perseus Jackson, and Annabeth Chase... I shall ask Lord Hades." I shook my head. "That is not needed. Take us quickly to our destination." He looked at me as if my eyes have turned bloodred and was about to eat him. Wow. I intimidated Charon? It's the end of the world.

He ushered us off to an elevator, descending, descending, descending... and descending some more. Then suddenly we were moving forwards. Annabeth yelped and took hold of my hand. All my anger evaporated at once—holy cow, what the hell happened? I was ready to eat her head a while ago, now I can sing poetry and replace the nice muses?—and squeezed her hand. I get what she was feeling, and she was scared that all people around us were... dead.

I get her, but I didn't feel it. As if I've been here before...

My head throbbed slightly as Charon ushered us to the shore and I gazed hard at him. "Thank you, Charon." He smiled and walked back to his boat. See, I didn't even notice that the elevator turned into a boat because Annabeth decided to hold my hand. Something's wrong with me. I sighed and urged Annabeth to go forward. We followed a line of dead people until we saw something gigantic in front of us. I looked at Annabeth. "Cerebrus." She mouthed. I nodded and squeezed her hand.

We were nearing the walls of Erebos, Hades' palace. Life couldn't get any more exciting, isn't it? (Notice the sarcasm.)

The great three headed dog growled at us. I just stood there, for no reason, and Annabeth looked at me strangely. "Brus. Let us through." Cerebrus wagged his tail and stood aside. As we passed him, I patted his paw. He barked fondly. Annabeth bored holes into the side of my head, but didn't pry.

Good thing, because I had recently discovered my famous temper, and right now the emotions restricting my temper is on thin ice.


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