AN:
Hey guys, I'm sorry for the wait. As a surprise Christmas gift, my parents took me to my favorite NFL team's last game, the only problem being I live in Michigan and my favorite team is in Florida. I've never been to a home game for them before, so that's pretty exciting, but due to the surprising nature of the trip, I wasn't able to write ahead. Additionally, one of my best friend's father passed away, so I've been trying to help her grieve from hundreds of miles away, and that made writing difficult to balance. Nevertheless, I have found time. It's currently 3 AM and I'm sitting on the balcony so that my typing doesn't wake them up as I put the finishing touches on this chapter. I know this probably isn't the best use of my time right now but working on this story is honestly too therapeutic and important to me. So, here I am. Enough about me, onto the story. This part of the story should be fun because I can diverge so much from canon. Percy kind of killed Iapetus, so no help from Bob for him. That means a fresh Tartarus experience for us. As for on the surface, assume that transpires similarly to canon. What happens with Percy is what we care about anyways. So, without any more delay (There's already been too much of that) here's chapter 19 of "The Spartan"

Tartarus, July 2010 CE

Percy had difficulty remembering a time he wasn't falling. He had tried to keep track of time, but it had quickly become impossible. All his life, he had wondered what would be the thing that would finally kill him. That would finally make the Ghost of Sparta an actual ghost. He had never thought his death would be so… boring. That he'd be done in by a fall so long and tedious that he was almost yearning for it to finally end.

For what could have been hours, or could have just as easily have been days, he and Zoë fell. Everything was shrouded in darkness, leaving them to clutch each other amidst the inky blackness. He couldn't see her with him, but he could feel her next to him, clutching his tumbling form like a lifeline. In a way, it was.

They were plummeting at insane speeds, helped along by the starved pull of Tartarus. The wind whipped at their clothes, whistling in their ears at an unbearable volume. He was completely deafened, coupled with his blindness. Nearly senseless, he was left with nothing but the touch of Zoë's body against his as they fell further and further into the unknown abyss. He wasn't sure what awaited them at the bottom, or if there even was a bottom, but he had a feeling they'd find out soon.

Percy pulled Zoë tighter to him. His arm was still disjointed, screaming in protest as he hugged her, but he ignored it. Now that he had resigned himself to the fall, the pain was barely a whisper in his mind. He had one focus now. If these were to be his last moments, trapped in a deadly free fall, he wanted to be as close to her as possible, injury or no.

Finally, as they fell, their surroundings changed. For the first time since they had dropped, he was able to see a bit. He could see just far enough in the gray haze to make out Zoë in front of him. Percy could see her face again. He stared intently at her, drinking in every detail, letting the sight of her sear into his brain. There wasn't a face he'd rather have be the last thing he sees if he were truly about to die.

Around them, the world opened. The whistling in their ears faded away, replaced by a violent roar. It tore at their eardrums, taunting them. With a woosh, they were finally falling somewhere tangible. Somewhere he could see and comprehend. The sight made him wish he was back in the endless fall in the disorienting darkness.

All around, a massive cavern expanding far beyond what he could see. Mountains and ledges of black rock dotted the land scape, looking terrifyingly similar to the jaws of a massive beast. The air was a hazy red-grey, casting a rosy tint on everything he saw. The air was thick and humid, only the crimson hue alluding to a much more sinister liquid than water permeating the atmosphere.

Below them, Percy could make out the ground, drawing closer and closer. It was racing up at them, beckoning them to their deaths. He felt Zoë squeeze his hand, drawing his attention back to her. Her eyes held an untold message, glancing with purpose behind him. She yelled something at him, but the wind tore the words from her lips.

She nodded towards the landscape behind him again and her message became clear. He whirled them in the air so he could see what she was pointing at, and his heart leapt. It was a longshot, but it was a chance. He had to make a move now.

Below them was a massive river, curling and winding through the black landscape. It winded like an angry snake, carving through the stone without a care. The most disconcerting thing about the river though, was its contents. Normal water didn't flow through Tartarus, that would be too easy. This was the Phlegethon. The river of fire.

Myths differed on whether the Phlegethon was a conduit of healing energy or a conduit of searing and unbearable pain, but Percy figured they had to take the chance. Sure, the river might kill them slowly and painfully, incinerating their very essence, but it might also be the one thing that could keep them from going splat.

Reaching out with his senses, Percy felt the river in his grasp. He sent a brief prayer to Poseidon, hoping that liquid fire fell under the realm of his control. He wasn't sure if a prayer could even escape the deathly pull of Tartarus, but he needed all the help he could get. With a scream, the fiery river rose up to meet them, crashing into them like a wall of deadly Greek hot sauce.

The feeling of the river surprised him. He had expected an inferno but was met with a numbing cold. He supposed that was the feeling of all his nerve endings being melted into nothingness. As soon as they made contact with the river surface proper, Percy extended his powers, using the river to shoot them to the shore, ignoring the icy chill that was threatening to freeze his body.

Stumbling and sputtering, he and Zoë made it to the riverbed. As soon as they reached land, they collapsed, retching uncontrollably. Percy felt more tired than he had ever been. He didn't know falling could be so tiring. Laying on the ground, he felt the black sand cutting his hands and knees. It was then he realized the sand was actually shards of broken glass, carving into his flesh. Lovely.

They seemed to both have the same realization simultaneously, standing unsteadily together. Percy turned to look at Zoë, taking in her complete appearance for the first time since the fall. Her shirt was torn at the midriff, exposing her midsection, which was covered in cuts and scrapes. Her hair was frizzy and disheveled from the wind and firewater. Her palms were bleeding, and her eyes were rimmed in red. She was beautiful.

He couldn't hold back any longer. They were in the most dangerous place in the godly world, but he was happy. Ecstatic. They had lived. They had a chance. Overwhelmed with relief, he drew Zoë into a hug, hoping she realized the gravity of the situation too. They could escape. They could live through their trip to Tartarus.

"We're alive." Percy spoke into her hair. His voice was raspy and choppy, like he hadn't spoken in years.

"We're together." Zoë said back, squeezing him tighter.

"Now what?"

"We look for the doors of death and-" she was cut off by a fit of coughs, blood spurting from her mouth.

"Zoë! Percy grabbed onto her arms, looking at her closely. Worry clouded his mind.

"Gods, Percy. Your arms." Zoë croaked out, her voice sounding like an overenthusiastic carpenter had taken sandpaper to her vocal cords.

Looking down at his arms, he saw what had drawn her attention. Hideous blisters had formed on his skin, bubbling and multiplying rapidly. The unbearably hot and muggy air teased his lungs as he gawked, searing his lungs to match his disfigured skin. He realized quickly what was happening.

"The air. The ground. Everything. This place is custom made to kill us." Percy said with horror.

Things seemed hopeless. There was no way to survive a place where even the air wanted them dead. Surviving the fall had been the fates taunting them. Teasing them with the idea that they could somehow survive. Mentally he wallowed in despair until suddenly he realized something; his arm didn't hurt. His shoulder was back in place.

"Zoë. My arm. It's healed. The river healed me." He sputtered out. His voice was starchy and quiet.

"So we what? Take a swim? Drink fire?" she questioned incredulously. They had survived the fall, and he had been healed now, but she wasn't sure prolonged exposure to liquid fire would be any safer than the toxic air. She doubted it was recommended by even one out of ten doctors.

"Exactly." Percy said, ignoring the disbelief in her voice, stumbling to the river's edge.

He dropped heavily onto his knees, bending forward towards the blazing river. To is left, he felt Zoë settle next to him, going along with his admittedly crazy plan. Without giving any time for himself to hesitate or think about what he was doing, he desperately thrust his cupped hands into the Phlegethon. Like in their unexpected swim, he was met by the surprising chilliness of the river.

Scooping the contents of the river of fire into his mouth, he began to drink the liquid heat. Unlike the feeling on his hands, the river burned violently in his mouth. It seared his throat, burning like napalm in his chest. He choked and fell back, coughing uncontrollably. He felt Zoë reach over to him, begging for him to respond, but he couldn't. She shook him vigorously, but he couldn't respond. The words caught in his burnt throat. The pain was near intolerable.

After a few moments, his coughing fit subsided. He sat up, his mouth still ablaze, but his chest mostly recovered. His insides felt charred, but he was alive. Other than the effects of the river, he felt good. Great, even. He looked at her, seeing the worry in her eyes. With a smile, he raised his arm to her, showing off the once again smooth skin.

"It worked." He said simply.

"What was it like?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Like eating a freshly microwaved hot pocket. Absolutely terrible."

"That's a glowing endorsement." Zoë said, playing into his sarcasm. It may seem silly joking in Tartarus, but in a situation so dire, any bright spot they could find mattered. They both understood they needed that right now.

Encouraged by the results of Percy's drink, Zoë followed his lead. She bent down and scooped her share, taking her turn drinking the liquid fire. She went through the same wretched pain he had, and he felt helpless as she struggled to deal with the inferno. He was forced to watch on as tears trailed down her face, evaporating almost instantly in the molten acidic air. Finally, her coughing subsided, and her blistery skin began to heal itself. Percy stood with a sigh of relief, giving Zoë a hand to help her up.

"So… The doors of death then? We need to find them. Fast." Percy said.

"Any idea which way?" she questioned. They were in uncharted territory now, even for two people as experienced as them.

"Not really. But we should stay by the river. I say we go with the flow, deeper into the pit. Probably not the safest way, but I doubt they'd hide the doors of death at the welcome mat." Percy explained.

Zoë shrugged, gesturing for them to start walking. His plan was as good as any they could have. His words though, sent a shiver down both of their spines. It was a frightening truth. As terrible as this place already was, this was only the beginning. Things were only going to get worse from here.

Sensing each other's distress, both reached subconsciously for the others hand. Their palms met, and despite everything, Percy still felt the same spark he always did when they touched. It made his chest warm in a completely different way than the Phlegethon. This was a happy warmth.

"Zoë." He said.

"Percy." She asked quietly.

"I love you." He murmured; eyes trained on hers.

"I love you too." She whispered back.

They started walking. There was no turning back. This was the end of the line. Live together or die together, they didn't care. They had each other. And like that, hand in hand, hearts full, the two walked deeper and deeper into the pit of damnation.

Tartarus, July 2010 CE

Percy was beginning to wonder where all the monsters were. It's not that he was particularly looking to fight the monsters on their home turf, but he had expected he would have to. So far, they had seen none. Not a single monster. They were left to assume they had all gathered around the doors, leaving the rest of Tartarus to be a monster ghost town of sorts.

As they trudged along, Percy grew more and more frustrated. They had been walking for what seemed like forever, and every part of Tartarus looked identical to the last. Black glass was crushed underfoot, eager to punish them if they tripped, and the black stones that dotted the landscape were all remarkably similar. If it weren't for the river to their side guiding them, Percy would've thought they had been walking in circles all this time.

After hours of walking, or at what seemed like hours of walking, the scenery around them finally began to change. The shards of broken glass had shifted into a bleak gray soil, looking like a once happy field that had had the life sucked out of it. It felt like a dead valley, with the exception of one thing. Dotting the landscape were thousands of large green blobs, similar to magical pimples, glowing periodically like lightning bugs on a summer night. It was beautiful, in a disgusting sort of way.

The sight reminded Percy vaguely of his visit to Santorini volcano with Cyrus all those years ago. The difference was the source of the glow was perhaps even more sinister than those of the rocks formed by Typhon's energy. In each of the green sacs was a monster, their bodies all partially reformed. It was like an armada of monster easy back ovens, waiting to pop out demigod murder souffle.

His heart crept up into his throat. He felt Zoë squeeze his hand from his left, whether to reassure him or herself she couldn't tell. They were in a minefield of monsters, just waiting to burst forth and march their way to find a demigod to snack on. As they walked, Percy couldn't help but stare into each glob of reforming monster. He wondered just how many of them he had killed before. Probably a lot.

Up ahead, nearly out of the range of their vision, they saw one of the pustules burst. Golden green goo splattered against the landscape, sizzling as it made contact with the ground. Did everything down here have to be acid? Climbing out of the hole previously occupied by the blister like monster incubator, they watched as a familiar monster emerged. It was a monster Percy knew all too well.

The minotaur trudged out of the crevice, looking good as new. Percy knew that Alex had already killed the thing a few times, and he'd only known he was a demigod for about five years. He'd personally killed the beast dozens of times. He wondered just who the minotaur was friends with that let him regenerate so fast. Still, the bull-man's reappearance gave him an idea.

"We should follow him." He whispered to Zoë, not wanting to wake any other reforming monsters.

"Why?" She shot back, eyes darting to see if the minotaur had heard them.

"Because, we're sort of walking blind here. He might not be the sharpest crayon in the box, but he's died like a billion times. He's definitely better at finding the doors of death than we are."

"I suppose that makes sense." Zoë agreed.

"We have a plan then. Let's get our stalker on."

Together, the two trailed the beast. They kept their distance, not wanting to get so close that he could smell them. His trail was easy to follow, his heavy frame leaving deep hoofprints in the soot-like soil. His lack of subtly allowed them to follow him from a great distance, any hope of drawing notice eliminated.

As they trailed him for hours, slowly, the scenery began to change. The bubbly blistery fields morphed into something new. Black trees spread menacingly into the open sky, reaching past the reach of their eyes, looking like desperate hands clawing for freedom. The ground was a pale white, like crushed up bone. It looked like a nightmarish forest, plucked straight from the nightmares of small children everywhere.

All around them, Percy could sense various beings in the trees. He could feel them jumping from branch to branch, scattering whenever he glanced their direction. They danced at the edge of his vision, fluttering through the shadows. He knew that Zoë could feel something was wrong too, based off her subtle glances around her, but she was as trained as he was. They both knew not to let on that they were aware of the upcoming ambush.

As Percy felt more and more of the presences gather around them, he realized the scope of the situation. What had begun as a few monsters trailing them had rapidly grown exponentially, expanding into an army of monsters surrounding them. Percy knew it was a dangerous thing to do, but he had no choice.

It was practically suicide, but if these monsters were what he had a feeling they were, so was waiting and fighting. That would prove even more disastrous. With a sigh, he came to a stop, his hand still intwined with Zoë's tugging her to a stop. She glanced questioningly at him, but her inquiry was soon answered.

A wave of unchecked power washed over her, choking out all her other senses. She realized quickly what was happening. Percy had his eyes closed, but he seemed focused. He was projecting his power, purposely embellishing the very he thing he normally suppressed.

Standing next to him while he did it was suffocating. She was drowning in the feeling. She was shocked. Terrified even. She felt like she was standing next to a nuclear bomb. The idea scared her. She loved Percy, and knew he was a good person, but part of her questioned if anyone, mortal or no, should be allowed to have this much strength.

Percy looked to Zoë, seeing the look of horror on her face, his heart breaking a little. He knew it was necessary to scare off the arai, or at least he assumed were arai, but he still didn't like that she was afraid of him. Still, he couldn't blame her. He understood. He was afraid of himself too.

Finally, he felt the arai leave, scared off by his display. Sure, they kind of liked getting killed, it let them pass on their curses, but he knew his presence would make them think twice. His display of power left no doubt as to who he was, and what he could do. The risk of sharing the same fate as Kronos wasn't worth attacking him, and as he hoped, that had been enough to ward them off.

"It worked." Zoë commented from his side. She looked less frightened now that he had suppressed his power again, but she still seemed scared.

"You felt them too. I thought you did." He mentioned, trying to ignore the elephant in the room.

"Of course I did. I also felt… That…" Zoë shot back. She wouldn't let him dodge the unasked question so easily.

"Yea… That… Look, Zoë, I didn't mean to scare you, but I didn't see any other way. Fighting the arai isn't exactly a fight anyone can win." He didn't feel good about it, even though it was justified. He hated and feared how much power he had a lot of the time too.

For a moment, he thought she was going to protest, but he was wrong. She nodded in agreement, seemingly understanding his thoughts as she often did. Reaching her arm out, she grabbed his hand again. He hadn't even realized she had let go of it, but now that she had it in her grasp again, he felt reassured.

Together, they walked deeper into the forest of black trees, arms swinging gently between them. The ground muffled their footsteps, and the minotaur's trail continued to plod onward. It seemed almost too easy. It felt like something was bound to go wrong. Percy didn't like that feeling one bit.

"We do have another problem though." Zoë said finally.

"What's that?" Percy said, eyebrow raised.

"You may have scared the arai off, but that doesn't mean we're safe."

"Meaning?" he asked, thinking about what she said.

"Meaning you just sent off a signal flare to everyone in Tartarus. It'll keep the regular monsters away but…" she trailed off. His eyes widened in realization.

"But all the biggest and baddest of the baddies know where we are now; and they're going to be coming for us." he finished. She nodded. Things were most certainly not looking up."

Tartarus, July 2010 CE

Percy woke up to the sound of yelling. They had stopped for the day, or at least what felt like one, and Zoë had taken first watch. He had tried to argue with her, claiming he should do it, but she wouldn't budge. She had been relentless, and he couldn't resist her when she really wanted something from him. Now, he regretted not being more resistant to her.

Sitting upright instantly, he tapped his necklace, armor forming around him. His battle instincts kicked in before he even realized what was happening, and his eyes flicked around rapidly, looking for Zoë. He knew she would only wake him if something bad was happening, so he was already prepared for a fight.

She was about ten feet from him, standing with her bow raised. She was firing off into the shadows of the trees, seemingly at nothing. He extended his senses, trying to find what she was shooting at, and his eyes widened. They had been completely surrounded. On all sides a monster army was closing in on them. In their midst, he felt something powerful, and even more worrisome, that power was familiar.

"Where'd they all come from?" He shouted, placing his back to hers.

She had run out of arrows by now, and the monsters that were once kept at bay by her perfect archery were now spewing into their clearing unchecked. He felt her draw her hunting knives, and he raised his sword and shield.

"I don't know!" she hollered back. "One second there was no one, and suddenly I felt them all around us."

As the last of her words escaped her lips, the monsters were upon them, and it was time to fight. Hellhounds, Telekhines, Dracaena, and several other types of monster made up the attack, and Percy frowned. They were moving in a coordinated assault. Even for monsters commanded by a titan, these monsters were well organized. He knew who was leading them, and he knew that he was probably angry.

He and Zoë carved through the monsters relentlessly. He wasn't sure either of them had ever fought so brilliantly in their lives. They played off each other expertly, covering all the openings the other left. They were a ruthless killing machine, and the monsters were throwing themselves at a sawblade. It seemed they realized that too, and the monsters backed off.

Lowering their weapons, Percy and Zoë took the time to take a breath. They normally wouldn't tire so fast, but the air of Tartarus made it hard to breath just walking. The short fight had winded them tremendously compared to what it would've done on earth. Their underworld stamina was severely lacking.

The monsters on the edge of the tree line eyed the pair warily, and Percy smiled in spite of his tiredness at that. He was glad they could still inspire fear in their enemies, as tattered and exhausted as the two of them looked and were. Unfortunately for them, the monsters spread to make way for someone who looked significantly less afraid of them.

Percy recognized him instantly. His frame was massive, and his body was covered in heavy silver armor. He carried a huge broadsword, and his body seemed to be exuding rage. He was like a massive tinfoil ball of pure hatred, and Percy wasn't sure if he was going to be quite as killable this time around.

"Pallas, you're looking… Undercooked." Percy commented. He was stalling. He had killed Pallas on earth, but now he was in Tartarus. Percy would be fighting at an extreme disadvantage. Worse yet, he was already tired, while Pallas looked as fresh as a patch of daisies.

"I was hoping your fall into Tartarus would've humbled you, but it seems you're as arrogant as ever." The titan shot back.

His eyes danced with fury, shining through the gap in his helmet like beacons of promised destruction. His voice was filled with sinister pleasure that was contradictory to his angry aura. He seemed ecstatic at their meeting. Like he knew he was minutes away from fulfilling his most illustrious fantasies of revenge against the spartan who had killed him.

"And we were hoping your time as a well-done steak would make you easier to stomach, but I guess none of us got what we wanted." Percy taunted.

"Gah, you'll pay for that a thousand times over." Pallas bellowed, drawing his blade.

"I don't see how us killing you is us paying for it." Zoë said with the same taunting tone as her boyfriend. What could she say, Percy had rubbed off on her a bit.

"Just as feisty as he is, eh girl? Well, when I'm done with you, there won't be much of that left in either of you." Pallas said, hefting his sword.

Without any more warning, the monsters closed in again, this time with Pallas leading the charge. They hit with tremendous force, and this time things didn't go as well for Percy and Zoë. Percy was standing toe to toe with the titan, but it was drawing all of his attention, leaving Zoë's blind spot unattended as she took on monsters from all angles.

Percy dodged and weaved through Pallas' attacks, leaving wounds all over his body. It was eerily similar to their first fight, only this time there were no cars leaking gasoline to light Pallas on fire with. As he fought, he did his best to aid Zoë by impaling random monsters with any chance he got, but the were few and far between.

As Percy battled the titan, Zoë was forced to take the brunt of the monsters. She danced through them like a ballerina, fancy spins and pirouettes gracefully carrying her away from their weapons as she fought. Her silver hunting knives were small crescents of spinning death, cutting through monsters like butter. They seemed to be holding off the attack well for a while, but abruptly, things took a turn for the worst.

Zoë was starting to slow down, and out of the corner of her eye, she could see Percy was too. The air of Tartarus was fighting them as much as Pallas and his monsters were. It wasn't a fair battle from the start, and things were only getting worse.

She was pleased by the progress she had made against the monsters, as most of them were now golden dust. Pallas certainly looked worse for wear as well, being pushed back by Percy, golden ichor leaking from his armor. Still, she knew one of them was going to give in soon. They simply couldn't compete thanks to the unfair advantage the atmosphere gave them. Still, she couldn't afford to think like that, so she fought on.

As she pulled her dagger from deep within the guts of the last monster, where she had plunged it deep moments ago, her head was already whipping towards Percy. She had somehow triumphed despite the air itself fighting against her, but Percy was still struggling in his battle. The sound of a sword on a shield told her he was still fighting Pallas, and he probably needed help.

As she ran to them, she could only watch helplessly as Pallas made his move. He raised his sword over his head, seemingly preparing for a mighty blow, and Percy moved to capitalize. He stepped inside the titan's guard, but he had been baited. He probably would have seen it normally, but this wasn't a normal duel.

Pallas, unaffected by the environment of Tartarus, altered his weapons path with lightning speed and precision. What had looked like a downward slash was something different entirely, and Percy literally walked right into it. Pallas brought his sword down in a straight line, the pommel of his sword coming down on Percy's head as he tried to step inside the slash he had been expecting.

Zoë screamed when Percy crumpled to the ground, the primal roar tearing at her throat. She knew she was hopelessly outmatched, but she didn't care. She attacked with intensity, her dual blades singing, and for a moment, Pallas was caught off guard.

She pushed him back, the titan, slowed by his heavy armor, not able to keep up with the lithe huntress even in her tired state. Still, he wasn't the titan of warfare for no reason. He recovered rapidly, adjusting his style to deal with her speed, and he started to gain the advantage on the huntress.

Zoë felt herself start to lose ground, and she was starting to back away. In her exhaustion, she lost track of her surroundings. As she fought, she hadn't realized Pallas had been backing her towards the fallen body of her boyfriend, slowly pushing her nearer. Finally, she tripped over his unconscious form, and it was over.

Pallas was on her in a second. She tried to rise, but not even she was fast enough. Pallas stood over her, placing one heavy silver boot on her chest. She stared up at him defiantly, refusing to face her death like a coward. Pallas squatted down over her, allowing her to see her battered face in the silver reflection of his helmet.

He seemed to be staring at her, contemplating what he wanted to do with her. She wondered if her soul would be trapped in Tartarus if she died here, or if Thanatos would still escort her to the underworld to be judged. Her musings were interrupted by Pallas' next actions, however. There was a blur of silver, and then last thing she felt was a flare of pain in the side of her head, and then nothing.

AN:

Tartarus chapter 1, complete. And with a cliff hanger too. I'm sorry this chapter was kind of short, but I much preferred to get a shorter, more quality chapter out to you rather than a long but rushed one. And since time was a factor here, it had to be shorter. Still, there was lots of good stuff here. One thing of note is that since Percy and Zoë don't write a message to Rachel, she doesn't speak with Reyna, which means Reyna doesn't go to retrieve the Parthenos. This will come into play later, so keep that in mind. The next thing about this chapter. I wanted to emphasize how out of their element and unprepared for what they're facing Percy and Zoë are. It's pretty desperate down there, as it should be. I know it seemed like they were pretty passive, but would you be overly eager to fight a monster on his home turf? As for Percy losing to Pallas, who he's already beaten, well that's for a reason. I know it can an annoying trope to make the main character lose a winnable fight, like how a superhero can destroy the main bad guy but then get beat up by a street thug because the plot demands it, but that's not what happens here. Pallas almost beat Percy on earth, and now he was fighting an already weakened Percy, who was at an extreme disadvantage. Itwasn't a winnable fight for Percy this time around. But have no fear. Next chapter won't go as well for our dear friend Pallas. In the meantime, please let me know what you think, I love reading the feedback. Until next time,

Peace