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
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.


Percy's POV Part IX

I felt homesick for the swamp.

I never thought I miss sleeping in a giant size leather bed in a drakon-bone hut in a festering cesspool, but right now that sounded like Elysium.

The hundred handed ones carried us until we were out of the swamp and in safe distance from our foes before letting us down.

Now we were stumbling in the darkness following Bob. The air was thick and cold, the ground alternating patches of pointy rocks and pools of muck. The terrain seemed to be designed so I could never let my guard down. Even walking ten feet was exhausting.

When we left Damasen's hut, I felt strong, my head was clear, and my belly was full of drakon jerky from our packs of provision which made the food we brought with us from Hermes' temple last us longer. But now that we started walking, my legs grew sore and every muscle ached.

I focused narrowed to the ground in front of me. Nothing existed except for that Annabeth at my side.

I accepted the dark thoughts that ran through my mind, but whenever it almost overwhelms me, I reach over and took Annabeth's hand, just to remember the warmth in the world.

I'll admit, I wasn't certain of the idea of going to Damasen at first, but after meeting him, after seeing the sad lost-of-hope look in his eyes, I couldn't help but sympathize with him. He reminded me of Hal when I first met him that I wanted to help Damasen get out of here.

I wondered what had happened after we left Damasen's hut. I hadn't heard our pursuers in hours, but I could sense their hatred… especially Polybotes'. That giant was back there somewhere, following, pushing us deeper into Tartarus.

I tried to think of good things to keep my spirits up—the lake at Camp Half-Blood, the time I'd kissed Annabeth underwater. I tried to imagine the two of us at New Rome together, walking through the hills and holding hands. But Camp Jupiter and Camp Half-Blood both seemed like dreams while being down here.

So I focus on the people that I know is real: My mom and step-dad Paul back in Manhattan. Thalia who was Lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis, and the good memories I had of Luke. My brother Tyson and the Third Hundred Handed one who saw me as a brother: Briares. My hellound Mrs. O'Leary and Pegasus Blackjack. My dad, Poseidon, and my teacher at camp Chiron. Even Reyna and Hylla who accepted me as their brother. Even though they seem like a dream, I know they are real because they're part of my family.

"We're close," Bob said.

"Close?" I asked.

"Yeah, can't you feel it?" Cottus asked.

Now that he mentions it, the air did seem colder, and now that I wasn't focus on the bright side of things, I felt like I lost focus on what I was thinking about earlier—as if the darkness was trying to pull me away from it.

Annabeth laced her fingers through mine. In the light of my bronze sword and her bronze knife, her face was beautiful.

"We'll get through this," Annabeth said.

I smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Piece of cake."

"But next time," she said. "I want to go somewhere different on a date. I'll even take Montauk over this."

My smile grew at the thought. I almost forgot about my plans for our one year anniversary.

"We could also see if Hermes can arrange something too," I suggested, "He did a good job arranging our date in Paris."

Annabeth smiled. On our one-month anniversary, months before Juno took my memories and kidnapped me, we ended up doing a small quest for Hermes that involved a fire breathing son of Hephaestus: Cacus. In return of completing the quest, Hermes repaid us by sending Annabeth and me to Paris where we had a one-night dinner. Although it seemed a life time ago, the thought of it helped me refocus on the bright side.

"I'd settle for New Rome too," Annabeth offered. "As long as you're there with me."

"Sounds good," I agreed.

Then the darkness dispersed with a massive sigh, like the last breath of a dying god. In front of us was a clearing—a barren field of dust and stones. In the center, about twenty yards away, knelt the gruesome figure of a woman, her clothes tattered, her limbs emaciated, her skin leathery green. Her head was bent as she sobbed quietly, and the sound shattered all my hopes.

I realized that life was pointless. My struggles were nothing. This woman cried as if mourning the death of the entire world.

Then Gyges gave Annabeth and me a ten hand pat on the back. "Welcome to Akhlys' zone of Tartarus you two."