DA, DA, DA! I was too excited to wait for tomorrow to post this, so here it is! I think, this is the most epic chapter so far! I hope you enjoyed it, this chapter was incredibly fun to write! Please, review! Now, ON WITH THE STORY!:

Annabeth

Annabeth could feel something in the darkness, after she and Percy had been nabbed and knocked out. She groaned and got up, feeling the ground with her hands, looking for the thing. She felt it, it was Percy. He was still out cold, and for a second, she thought he was dead. Percy was ice cold, and she didn't know if his chest was rising. She quickly put her ear to his nose, and heard soft breathing. She felt a crashing wave of relief hit her, Percy was fine. She could see a dim light, like someone had lit a candle. As she got up, she saw Clarisse, Frank, and Gustav beside her, in the same sleep Percy was in. "Percy!" She urgently whispered.

"Urrr, what?" Percy groaned, and Annabeth clamped a hand over his mouth.

"Shh, we don't know if those wraith's are nearby." She told him. Percy nodded diligantly, and when she removed her hand, he gave her a quick kiss. He pulled away before she could react, and started to wake up the others. When everyone was awake, they proceeded towards the light. When they arrived, it was sight none of them were expecting.

Jason was kneeling before a sarcophagus, and he was chanting. Dark statues, thirteen in total, surrounded the sarcophagus, all holding upraised swords. Each statue had something different about it. Three had ram horns peaking out from under the hoods, four had deer horns coming through holes in their hoods, and six had antelope horns going straight up through their hoods. All were wearing helmets under their hoods, corinthian styled. They had metal gloved hands, and metal boots peeked out from under their robes. If you've seen Lord of the Rings, they look kind of like the Nazgul.

Jason had a flail at his side, it was large, and it radiated evil. Jason was muttering a dark language, it was making the ground vibrate softly, but grew stronger with each word. He was probably just finishing up. "Ix toc horuk ex tariseke, eterixe tariseke, eix toc loohk ex eviik, tii rieket. Deniite shavixe tii bor eterixe, coertix tii tiiv toc bruniin, uth eviik tiiv vorut."

"JASON! What are you doing!" Frank shouted. Jason snapped his head back, and everyone let out a gasp, his blue eyes, they were solid gold.

"Fiirket Buukt!" Jason shouted, and everyone flew back, and found themselves pinned against the wall. "Do not interupt." His voice was normal, except for a deeper one sounding at the same time.

"What in the name of Hades is wrong with you!" Percy yelled.

"Me? Do you mean Jason? Oh, don't fret, Jason is no longer in control." Jason said.

"What do you mean!?" Clarisse growled.

"Jason hasn't been in control of his own body since you closed the Doors of Death. I've been controlling his every move." Jason, or whatever he was, gloated, "That's right, all the times he freaked out at you, that was me. All those horrible things he said about, guess what, that was me!" Jason laughed, a deep, horrible laugh.

"Who are you!?" Percy yelled.

"Me? Why, it's been so many eons, I've forgotten my name. I am an Eidolon, the leader of Tartarus' personal ghost army." The eidolon possessed Jason said, bowing.

"We- we were tricked?" Annabeth asked.

"Yep." The eidolon said, popping the 'p'.

"So there is no flag!?" Gustav yelled.

"Oh, yes, there is a flag, right over there!" The eidolon pointed, over to a corner, where a golden flag. The flag had the symbols of all the olympians on it. The flag was emitting the light. "But, I'm afraid you won't be able to use it. You won't live long enough. Now, if you'll excuse, I have a ritual to complete." Jason knelt before the altar, and he started muttering. Annabeth began struggling against whatever dark magic was restraining her. Percy got off first, and then he helped her. Next Frank got off, then Clarisse, and Gustav. "Oix deniite yox tii tiiv myr hossix, TARTARUS, LOOHK EX EVIIK!" Jason yelled. He now picked up the flail, and slammed it into the sarcophagus. A boom echoed throughout the tunnels, and it sent everyone flying back.

Annabeth could hear a ringing sound, and her vision was blurry. She looked over to her right, and saw Percy there. She reached out her hand, and he grabbed hers. They helped each other up, just like all those times. She looked over and saw that the thirteen statues had moved. They were now standing behind the sarcophagus, in a semi-circle. Jason was still kneeling, his hand still clenched around the flail. But now, he had a cloak of black mist rolling off of his shoulders, flowing down to the ground. He had apparently put on his helmet, and so he stood up. He turned to them, and she felt Percy's hand clench harder around hers.

Jason had green fire orbs for eyes. His helmets face-mask had morphed into the helmet, making it a full-face helmet, all you could see were the eyes. Black chainmail now covered the entire body, connecting the gauntlets to the breastplate, and the greaves to the breastplate too. He had a battle kilt, and black plates ran the length on it's flaps. His metal encased fist squeezed the flail harder. He stood up now, and was easily seven-feet tall now. The thirteen statues moved, walking now. They flanked Jason, like an entourage.

"Foolish demigods." Jason spoke, and his voice vibrated with evil, malcontent, pure hatred for all that lived. "I am Tartarus." HIs voice was deep. much deeper then Kronos' voice. "You shall fall, for I am the Primordial, the first to come from Chaos itself." Annabeth's heart leapt to her throat, and she gripped Percy's hand harder. "I am the Lord of Evil, I am the very essenence of Evil, I am Destruction." He streched out his fingers on his hand that wasn't holding the flail.

"We have to go." Percy murmured.

"We can't leave without the flag." Annabeth replied. She looked at the flag, maybe if they had a distraction, they could grab it. She got what she wanted.

"I challenge you!" Gustav demanded.

"What!? You cannot hope to beat me in single combat." Tartarus scoffed, offended that a mere mortal demanded a fight.

"You too chicken?" Gustav taunted.

"Very well, FIGHT!" Tartarus shouted, and he charged Gustav. While Tartarus was busy with Gustav, Annabeth snuck over to the flag, and she grabbed. She turned around, and got to the exit. Percy, Frank, and Clarisse were already there, motioning for Gustav to break away quickly. Gustav saw them, and that was the fatal mistake. While he was distracted, Tartarus swung his flail, catching Gustav in the crook of his neck. Gustav's head bent at a bad angle, and he flew to the ground with a sickening -CRUNCH-. Annabeth didn't wait to see what was next, they were already racing up the tunnels again. She could hear Tartarus screaming curses at them in the dark language. And now, the shrieking of the wraith's began again.

Okay, so there it is, tell me how you liked it! I really am enjoying writing, so I seriously hope you guys liked this! So here is the new chapter, read, and enjoy. And As Always, Have A Nice Day!