Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson
I was dying. I was suffocating; suffocating because two stupid giants had put me in some bronze urn. But not just any urn, the on that had captured Ares. I would die soon from suffocation. You'd think as a son of Hades I wouldn't be scared of death, but I was. I was more than scared, I was terrified. I was alone, no one was coming, and I was captured at the mercy of Gaea and the giants. There was only one way that I could survive. A death trance and the pomegranate seeds. It would only last me a week, then I would die for sure. But maybe, for one, Tyche would bless me with luck. Maybe Percy would come.