Prologue


Drip…..Drip…..Drip….

Blood spattered down...He could count the drops...like tears crying out...it flowed so slow….

So slow.

He was barely lucid and right of mind…

He remembered the scream…filled with anguish and fear

Annabeth

He remembers a hand...reaching towards him but….

Why was it moving away?

But by then he realized...

It's me that moving away.

Oh.

Then it started to fade to black...no…

It's darker then black

And so

He fell...

fell...

and fell...

Right into the grim abyss