Percy II
Falling. You might be thinking well, it cannot be as bad as the first time around. You would be wrong. The sensation of falling through a black void, without any points of reference with which to judge speed, direction or time. I might as well have been floating in space, except that the rushing sound in my ears wouldn't let me try to trick myself into thinking it was only as bad as being alone in the empty vacuum of space. Right, sorry, ADHD.
Almost immediately when I began to fall, the hole that had opened to begin my surprise spelunking adventure closed over my head. It was the only thing I was grateful for so far, that my Annabeth couldn't try to follow me down here. I tried to think positive thoughts, but I couldn't keep myself from thinking "why me?" I had hoped with this great prophesy finished I would finally be allowed to rest, but the Fates had decided to fuck with me once again. Oh no! I swore against the Fates, hopefully they don't send me to hell…
My musings were interrupted by the sound of laughter. A deep, booming sound that seemed to resonate straight from the back of my skull. It grew in intensity until I found myself unable to open my eyes from the pain. As a result, I didn't see the light in front of me growing until I was almost upon the opening that would bring me to the greater chasm of Tartarus.
As soon as I entered, the laughter ended, leaving my head feeling empty without the pain and noise. Relieved, I decided to work on a new problem that had presented itself, what is the best way to land in Tartarus without being impaled, flattened against the ground and/or landing in the mouth of an especially lucky monster?
I can tell you what it isn't, picking a random liquid from the rivers of Tartarus and breaking your fall with it. But it worked out last time and I didn't have any other ideas, so I gave it everything I had. I closed my eyes and prayed to whatever deity could help me, "Please don't be the Styx, Please don't be the Sty-" My prayers were interrupted by a the worst pain I had ever experienced, shooting through my body emanating from the small of my back. Then all I saw was black.
Annabeth
"Right in front of my eyes! He fell back to that-that place!" I was sobbing, trying to explain what happened to Percy to the rest of the seven. They hadn't seen him fall and had come over to ask what happened. Now I sobbed in the middle of the battlefield, while they tried to comfort me. We didn't even get a chance to mourn our dead before the Fates took Percy away from me. Again.
"Are you sure that's where he is?" Jason was asking me looking distraught. "He might be in Hades, or just underneath the ground, Hazel-"
"No Jason, I know the feeling that hole had. Like It's pulling you in, like it's alive, and wants to see you suffer. I should have tried harder to get to him when I saw him kneel down, if I had just- "
"No, it's no use blaming yourself" Piper said, "you couldn't have known." "Yea, all we can do now is see what we can do to help him," Frank added, determination in his eyes.
That was all the encouragement I needed. Spurred onward by Frank's words I composed myself and promised I'd find him. Hades, I'd fly back to Europe and fling myself into the same chasm as the first time. With that in mind, I marched into Camp half blood, the seven in tow, towards the Argo II. I was mid-stride when I saw a blinding flash, and before I could fully comprehend, I found myself at the doors to the Olympian Throne Room. It seemed Percy would have to wait; it was time to deal with the gods.
Thank you for reading, this story is just a pet project I decided to mess around with. Chapters will be short and infrequent. My main goal here is to play around with the characters and make them REALLY believable. LMK if I'm accomplishing that. I also want my dialogue to sound realistic. Anyway sorry to keep anyone who enjoyed the first chapter waiting but here it is. And yes this will be Percabeth.