A/N (I recommend reading this): I'm going to MAKE THIS CLEAR. Just like I mention on my bio page about every other fanfiction I done: I DON'T OWN THE PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIAN SERIES OR IT'S CHARACTERS as the rights goes to Rick Rioran. Also I suggest you guys start paying attention to the Author notes and my warnings that I left on EVERY chapter of EVERY story.

Sorry if this chapter is too much like the book.

Due to the limited number of characters posted, I'm forced to post only the names of the characters telling their tales in this story. When I get to the House of Hades and Blood of Olympus, I'll list off the first four characters listed in the order they tell their tales. I'll post the pairings if the two of the four characters listed are a pair. Other than that, the Pairings stay the same for this story.

Jason x Piper
Percy x Annabeth
Frank x Hazel

If you haven't figured it out, each of the members of the Prophecy of Seven practically has a position. Keep in mind in the original series Juno started this when she told Percy he was the glue that holds the group together, so I thought to give the rest a title. But no matter what title they have they still depend on each other. Titles will be added for some as the series continue

Jason: Leader of the Group
Piper: Peacekeeper
Leo: Mechanic, Admiral, and Seventh Wheel (by Nemesis)
Percy: Glue that holds everyone together
Hazel: Mist Manipulator in training
Frank: Muscles
Annabeth: Battle Strategist and Consultant

Lastly I want to make clear that once 'The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus' is done I won't start immediately on 'The tales of...' version of the Trials of Apollo until that part of the Percy Jackson series is done. Just as I waited for the end of the Blood of Olympus to start 'The Tales of...' series. By waiting until that series ends, it might help me come up with something to add to it.

Warning: Certain ancient Greek names matches words use of foul language but no foul language was intentionally used. Also I dropped the '& the Olympians' in 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians' as well as replaced the '&' with ':' in the short stories of that part of the series. So if you haven't read them yet read before reading this story as stuff that happened in them will be mentioned:

The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Early Adventures
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Lightning Thief
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Sea of Monsters
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Titan's Curse
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Magical Labyrinth
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Stolen Chariot
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Sword of Hades
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Bronze Dragon
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Last Olympian
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Staff of Hermes
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Lost Hero
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Quest for Buford
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Son of Neptune
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Mark of Athena

Lastly, any one who wants to do a Demigods and Olympian reads story using 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon' is allowed as long as you inform me about it.

Full Summary of this chapter: Separated from their friends, Percy and Annabeth must travel through Tartarus against all odds to find the Doors of Death while facing monsters, Titans, and all sorts of enemies of the gods with a help of an amnesiac Titan and Rogue Giant. Meanwhile Argo II must find away to make it to the house of Hades is at while facing all sorts of new trouble and making new allies along the way. This is the Tales of the Prophecy of Seven.

Annabeth's POV Part V

I can't believe our luck. Just when I think Percy's and my luck just reach its worse, Bob the Titan came to our aid, bringing two of the three Hundred-Handed ones—Briares' brothers: Gyges and Cottus.

Now we were following them through the wasteland, tracing the route of the Phlegethon as we approached the storm front of darkness. Every so often we stopped to either drink firewater to heal the effects of the sulfuric air, or fresh clean water from Percy's thermos.

Every so often Percy would glance over and smile. Just moments ago he was as scared as I was about being down here, but now that we have allies by our side, it seems we can relax a little. It also brought us new hope.

If two of the hundred handed ones were down here, what other mystical and/or immortal beings that we thought long disappeared from the upper world could be down here. Maybe not everything down here is out to kill us.

"Come along!" Bob said. "We're almost at a rest stop."

"Rest stop?" Percy asked.

"One of two," Gyges said.

"The second one is further ahead—owned by a friend of ours," Cottus said. "An ally."

"He's against Gaea's plans as much as the rest of us," Gyges explained. "Back in his days he was a—ah—what do you mortals call it these days?"

"Rebel?" Percy asked.

"Yep!" Both brothers said.

"Well that's good," I said, trying to hide my uncertainty. I didn't want to raise up my hopes until I'm certain. After all what use to be a rebel might be one of Gaea's allies now.

At the same time, a rest stop sounded good. Especially if they're anything like the ones Thalia Luke Percy and I might stay at on the way to New York nine years ago.

I hobbled along, trying to ignore the rumble of my stomach. Since the closest thing to food we have is ambrosia, which is only for emergencies, I realized Percy and I haven't ate since we were above ground.

We picked our way across the ashen wasteland as red lightning flashed overhead in the poisonous clouds. Just another lovely day in the dungeon of creation. I couldn't see far in the hazy air, but the longer we walked, the more certain I became that the entire landscape was a downward curve.

I heard conflicting descriptions of Tartarus. It was a bottomless pit. It was a fortress surrounded by brass walls. It was nothing but an endless void.

One story described it as the inverse of the sky—a huge, hollow, upside-down dome of rock. That seemed the most accurate from what I seen down here. But if Tartarus was a dome, I guessed it was like the sky—with no real bottom but made of multiple layers, each one darker and less hospitable than the last.

And even that wasn't the full horrible truth…

We passed a blister in the ground—a writhing, translucent bubble the size of a minivan. Curled inside was the half-formed body of a Drakon. Bob speared the blister without a second thought. In the burst in a geyser of steaming yellow slime, and the Drakon dissolved into nothing.

We kept walking.

We passed a few more that had several monsters, which the Hundred Handed ones destroyed.

Monsters are zits on the skin of Tartarus, I thought. I shuddered. Sometimes I wished I didn't have such a good imagination, because now I was certain we were walking across a living thing. This whole twisted landscape—the dome, pit, or whatever you want to call it—was the body of the god Tartarus—the most ancient incarnation of evil. Just as Gaea inhabited the surface of the earth, Tartarus inhabited the pit.

If that god noticed us walking across his skin, like fleas on a dog… Enough. No more thinking.

"Here," Bob said.

We stopped at the top of a ridge. Below us, in a sheltered depression like a moon crater, stood a ring of broken black marble columns surrounding a dark stone altar.

"Hermes' shrine," Bob said.

Percy frowned. "What is a shrine to Hermes doing in Tartarus?"

Cottus shrugged. "We don't know. It just fell from above either from the mortal world or Olympus long ago."

"Most monsters steer clear of it, and since Cottus and I are good friends with Hermes, we often take shelter there," Gyges said. "We actually venture out to check to see if we could find out more about what's going on above ground when Bob here found us."

I looked at Bob wondering if he found out about it from them, or somehow remembered something from his past. I didn't dare to ask though. I trust Bob, but I still fear that one-day Bob will find out who he really is and betray us.

"Well, we might as well pay our respects to Luke's dad," Percy responded

…

We climbed into the crater and entered the circle of columns. I collapsed on a broken slab of marble too exhausted to take another step. Percy stood over me protectively, scanning our surroundings. The inky storm front was less than a hundred feet away now, obscuring everything ahead of us. The crater's rim blocked our view of the wasteland behind. We'd be well hidden here, as long as no monsters stumble across us.

"Mortals need rest," Bob said. "Good place here. Best for… oh,, long, long way. I will guard you."

"So will us! We'll make sure no Titan or giant or the fallen ones will go after you," Cottus said.

If it was any other monsters or Titans my first thought would be: Uh-no. But Bob gain my trust back during the Battle of Manhattan when he tried to protect us and Chiron from even his own brother Kronos, and if Gyges and Cottus was anything like Briares, I trust them.

"When you wake food should arrive," Gyges said.

My stomach did a rollover at the mention of food. I didn't see how Bob, Gyges, and Cottus could summon food in the midst of Tartarus, but I was too tired to argue.

Percy killed me, his lips were feverishly warm. "Go ahead and sleep Annabeth."

I didn't argue as my eyelids grew heavy. I felt like I was back in Hypnos cabin at Camp Half-Blood, overcome with drowsiness. I curled up on the ground and closed my eyes.