Percy woke to find Athena looking at him quizzically with riptide in her hand. He groaned, feeling his injuries and gasped to see that his left leg was obviously broken!
He flexed his muscles and cried out in pain. It was so overwhelming that he almost blacked out but managed to hold on and glare up at Athena.
All he said was… " Why?" She laughed,
" Because my daughter loved you more than she loved, me, her family, her duties, you stinking spawn of Poseidon!"
Percy's mind went blank. Annabeth… loved him? No way that was true, he'd given up his immortality for her and she didn't acknowledge it and she sent him to Tartarus. The deciding vote.
There was no way on earth that Annabeth loved him, but why would Athena lie. The answer came to Percy as quickly as the idea had entered his head: to break him.
What did she want from him? And how the hell was he going to get out of the hell on earth? Then something else sprung to mind. " Wait. You said you wanted revenge for Annabeth but I'm here because Malcolm is dead and apparently I did it?"
Athena laughed, " Stupid half blood, you honestly think I care about Malcolm being dead? Why would, it was me that killed him"
Well that was unexpected. Percy was so angry with Athena he wanted to scream but found he had no voice. Not because Athena had silenced him but because he knew in his heart that he would never get out of here and Annabeth would never know the truth.
Percy honestly didn't know how he felt about her anymore. Did he love her? He did once but that all changed when she shook her head and sent him down. Did he hate her? He couldn't think.
All the confusion, the pain and the problem were all too much for Percy and he passed out again, his head falling forwards, still dripping with blood.