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Percy's POV

*100 years ago*

Running. Percy had been running for a long time. His legs were burning, and his breaths were laboured. 'I can't carry on for much longer.' He thought to himself. 'But am I far enough away? Can I rest safely? Well as safe as it gets in Tartarus.' After a few minutes of searching he found a secluded cave. It was well hidden by some rocks, so most monsters wouldn't see it. Once inside, Percy leaned his back against the rough wall and slowly slid down it. It caused him slight pain, but it barely noticed due to his exhaustion. As he sat with his legs curled up to his body and his head hanging to the side, it finally struck Percy what had happened. He was alone in Tartarus. With no allies, and no escape for the foreseeable future. Surrounded by monsters that were out for his blood and he was already exhausted. But at least Annabeth was safe. At least there was that.

*Flashback*

"Come on Percy we have to leave!" Annabeth yelled over the noise of the battle. Percy was a bit away from her fighting off the monsters with Bob while Damasen held off his father. The fight was not going well and the two would soon die. A plan appeared in his mind as he looked over at his friends. He nodded to his girlfriend and made his way through the hordes of monsters towards her. "Ok wise girl, I'm right behind you." He panted once he reached her. Annabeth flashed him a small smile before she moved to get into the elevator that could get them out of the hell hole. Just as she was about to get into the magical lift she turned and looked at him.

'So close, yet so far.' Percy though miserably. "What's up, we need to go get in the lift!" He cried feigning ignorance. She shook her head forlornly. "We can't seaweed brain." Annabeth said softly. "Someone has to hold the button." "I'm sorry about this, I hoped you wouldn't realise." He muttered under his breath. "What do yo-" She was cut off as Percy pushed her into the elevator and lunged for the button. Annabeth scrambled back to her feet and rushed to the doors. But she wouldn't get there in time. They both knew it. "I'm sorry Annabeth. I had to get you out of here. I love you." Percy had tears glistening in his eyes as the doors carried on closing, his finger still on the button. "No! Percy!" She lunged for the doors just as they slid shut. The girl inside fell to her knees and sobbed. For she had just lost the love of her life, and her best friend.

The boy on the other side of the door wanted to do the same, but he couldn't. Percy had to keep his finger on the button to get her to the top. His last gift to her. He let his head fall back against the side of the lift, his eyes slipping shut. Tears leaking from the corners. This went on for a few minutes before the lift disappeared with a pleasant ping. He then steeled his resolve and opened his eyes. Bob and Damasen were nowhere to be seen, and the monsters were now closing in. He drew riptide and prepared to fight his way out.

*Flashback ends*

Just thinking back to what had happened made Percy want to sob in despair. As he knew he would never get to see his wise girl again. Not until they were both dead, and that would not be for a very long time if they could help it. His death would probably come a lot sooner than his loves, he guessed it was only a matter of time before the onslaught of monsters managed to get him. He just hoped that none of his enemies managed to catch scent of him. If they did, well, then he was in trouble. 'At least,' he thought to himself 'I managed to destroy my greatest enemy. Otherwise I would be in big trouble.'

His exhaustion was rapidly catching up to him. And, unable to resist it, he began to fall asleep. For once in his life Percy did not have a nightmare but instead dreamt of sitting around the campfire with his friends when the war was over. Finally a time of peace in his life.

Suddenly, Percy jolted from his sleep. It took him a few moments to recall what had happened and where he was, but as soon as he did he was on high alert. Standing, he took his pen from his pocket but did not uncap it yet. Now he was fully awake Percy could hear the eerie scraping noise that had awoken him. It was the sound of several pieces of metal being dragged across stone, followed by two pairs of footsteps. Someone – or something – was coming. Percy moved to stand in a shadow so that they couldn't see him, he wanted to know who he was up against before he had to fight. Down in the pit he couldn't just throw himself into a fight with no plan. He would die if he did.

After a few moments a pair of Cyclopes came around the corner. They were both dragging a large metal club on the floor behind them. 'How the Hades did they get those down here?!' He thought, but it was quickly dismissed for later as he had a bigger issue. They'd seen him. How had they done that? Percy was one-hundred percent sure he had been completely hidden. It was as if they had come in knowing exactly where he was. But that was impossible. Wasn't it? He would have to figure it out later though, as the Cyclopes were getting ready to attack.

The beasts were grinning and their one eye glinting with malice. Percy steeled his nerves and stepped away from the cave wall. Getting into a defensive stance he flicked the cap off riptide. The gleaming bronze sword appeared in his hand not a moment later, illuminating the cave. The monsters looked a little less confident now they saw his sword but the came forward anyway. One instantly swung a club at his rib cage and Percy had to leap back to avoid it, not even two seconds later he was rolling to the side to avoid the others attempt to flatten him. As Percy stood he twirled around and cut a deep gash into the first monsters calf.

However it was not enough to kill the creature and it stepped away from the teen with a roar of pain. The other one came to its aid, and once again Percy was on the defensive. If he had, had any less training Percy would've been flattened by now. It was like a life sized version of whack-a-mole. Not long later though the injured Cyclops snuck up on him while he was distracted, hitting him square in the chest and throwing Percy into the wall. The boy groaned as he pushed himself into a sitting position. His sword had been thrown to the other side of the room, behind the monsters, so they were in no rush to finish off the defenceless demigod. However, their celebration had given riptide enough time to reappear in Percy's pocket. This was unnoticed by the Cyclopes, and the one that hit him lumbered over to properly claim its victory. Percy pretended to be scared and defenceless to get the beast to lower its guard further. It stopped just in front of Percy and lifted its club to finish him off. As it did he quickly whipped out riptide and drove it straight into the creature's chest.

As the monster disintegrated and showered him in golden dust, Percy quickly dove to the side; rolling out of the way of the club. The second Cyclops howled in rage as it stared at Percy, the one who had just killed its companion. The beast ran at him again in a blind rage. The creature raised its club to kill Percy again but he jumped back just in time. As its hand went down in front of him, he raised his sword and in one swift motion severed it from the arm. The monster fell to the floor in shock cradling its arm. Feeling no mercy for the thing that had tried to kill him, Percy raised his sword to kill it. When riptide was a foot from the creature's chest, he froze. No, he was not suddenly unwilling to kill it. He physically could not move. He struggled to move his arms to finally kill the monster, even trying to just move his feet. But it was futile.

This had only happened to the demigod a few times before, but it couldn't be him. No, they had spread his essence too thin. As Percy continued to struggle the Cyclops picked its self-up off the floor and made its way around him to its club. It picked it up in its one remaining hand and walked back to the demigod, smiling viciously. The teen was panicking and, even though he was frozen on the outside, internally he was desperately struggling to move. His eyes widened in fear as the club was raised above his head. The Cyclops drove it downwards and hit him over the head but instead of killing him it knocked Percy to the floor, finally letting him move, where he began to lose consciousness.

The boy flopped like a rag doll as he was plucked from the floor and thrown over the beasts shoulder. The last thing he heard before he fell into unconsciousness was the bone chilling laugh that had plagued his nightmares since he was twelve.

Nico's POV

Nico sat at the foot of his father's temporary throne in the Olympus throne room. All the gods, both major and minor, along with all the demigods had gathered to celebrate their victory. But to Nico it did not feel like a victory. Not without Percy there to share it with them. He and the remaining members of the seven sat at the foot of their parent's throne, as he gazed out on all their faces Nico realised they all felt the same as him. There was no reason to celebrate. Not one of them were listening to the ridiculous speech from Zeus about the gods' victory. Most of them had heard it all before; all of them knew that the gods barely did anything. It was the hard work and sacrifice of the demigods that had defeated Gaia. Especially the sacrifice of the twice saviour of Olympus, who without the monsters would not have died. And their best strategist and person with the most experience after him, would not have returned to them.

Nico turned his gaze towards the girl in question. She was a mess. Her hair hung limply around her face, it used to be honey blonde but now it was coated in dirt and blood from the recent battle. She hadn't even bothered to try and get it out, for she didn't care anymore. Why should she? Annabeth's face was covered in grime and dirt but tear tracks had cleaned lines on her skin showing just how much she had been crying. The girl was still crying even now, not caring that everybody could see her. Nico himself felt like crying but he had to stay strong, it was what Percy would've wanted. Most people thought that Nico hated the son of Poseidon for what had happened to Bianca but, as much as he wanted to, Nico did not hate Percy. No, the very opposite in fact, he loved him and he had never even got to tell the older teen.

"Now." Zeus' voice was full of sorrow, making Nico and the others look towards him for once. "On to the matter of our lost hero, Perseus Jackson. The son of Poseidon whom without we couldn't have won this war." All eyes shot to Poseidon, who had tears slowly leaking from his eyes. The god seemed to have aged in his sorrow, the loss of his favourite son taking its toll on him. "We will obviously be looking for any way to get him out of Tartarus." Zeus continued. "However the pit seems to have been sealed off from the inside, so for the time being we cannot reach him." The amount of grief in the room was tangible, as everybody knew the kind caring hero who had selflessly given himself to save them. Knowing he would probably not return. "In his honour, we would like to offer partial immortality to the remaining seven and Nico." Zeus announced. They all looked at each other in shock. Nico had never imagined this would happen. Maybe Jason or Annabeth would be offered immortality, but not all of them. Especially not him.

"We offer the gift of partial immortality as a full immortal cannot help fight monsters as it is against the ancient laws. And, as we have previously learned, heroes cannot bare to not be able to help people. What do you say?" The king of the gods concluded. Nico turned and met the eye of every other person the offer was given to. They each had their own thoughts and feelings about what they wanted to do, but the thing at the forefront of each of their minds was the same. Even Annabeth. 'It's what Percy would've wanted.' He then turned back to face the king. "I believe I speak for all of us when I say, we accept the offer." Nico stated in an emotionless voice. Before adding, "For Percy."

The demigods moved to the centre of the throne room and stood huddled together. When the gods began to chant they each gave a grim smile; then they closed their eyes. The twelve Olympians raised their arms as they chanted in Ancient Greek for several minutes. When they finished Nico felt himself fill with power. Finally he reopened his eyes and looked at his friends. They would stay this way now, fighting in every war and battle until they eventually fell.

"Ok. Now that there is nothing else to say you can all…" The god of thunder trailed off as a gasp was heard from near Apollo's throne. Stood a metre in front of it was the oracle Rachel Elizabeth Dare, her eyes glowing an eerie green; red hair billowing around her face. When she opened her mouth to speak it seemed as if three Rachel's were talking instead of one. She said:

"The lost hero found again,

But only one can break his chain,

Digging through the wreckage and ruin,

All while war is brewing,

His worst fear he must brave,

For the world he has to save."

The next great prophecy had just been issued. And it did not sound good.

So its 100 years before the prologue; Percy is stuck in Tartarus, taken by an 'unknown' enemy. (I'm sure most of you know who it is) And the rest of the seven and Nico have been made partial immortals (like the hunters). The next few chapters will be set before the prologue but I'll tell you how many years by and also when we catch up again.

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