Chapter 2

I do not own Percy Jackson or any of the other characters. Oh! And remember the doors of death are open...the dead don't always stay dead.

The ambrosia had fixed Percy up right away. He wasn't 100% closer to 40% but it beat the 3% he'd been living off the last month. He crept quietly behind an empusa and stabbed her in the back. He went for stealth all long as her could. He could have asked for Annabeth's invisibility if they had it, but he probably won't have. That would have been her best defense. If a monster smelled her...oh gods. Percy didn't want to think about that. He came up behind a dracanae and ran her through. He killed a dozen more monsters before he saw his first demigod. It was Nico. And he was under an empusa's spell. He was stumbling closer to her with huge puppy dog eyes. Percy ran up and beheaded her before she even knew he was there. Nico's eyes got even larger then he shook his head coming out of his trance.

"PERCY!" He screamed overjoyed. Then tackled him with a hug. "You're alive! Thank the gods!"

"Nico, buddy! It's great to see you too, but quick question Why aren't the monsters re-forming ridiculously fast? I mean we are literally at the doors of death shouldn't they be able the re-form instantaneously?"

"Oh, that's dad and Death. They're making sure that anyone who dies goes even further to Tartus than before. So it takes them awhile to get back up here. Like 1-3 hours. Depends if they have wings."

Percy shuddered at the memory of further into tartus he actually felt bad for the monsters. Sure they all deserved it and they'd get out eventually, but still it was terrifying down there.

"DUCK!" Nico screamed and pushed Percy down. Something sharp went flying past his left ear.

"Thanks," Percy muttered. Then they both ran back to battle. Slicing and stabbing beyond their hearts desires.

They'd reached the eye of the storm. Which is typically the most calm part. Nope not today. Percy and Nico saw more demigods. Roman and Greek fighting side-by-side, against an army. Gaea's worst creatures, her worst monsters, designed to defeat demigods. There were bodies littering the ground, but for every single body there was 20 piles of monster dust and even with those odds they were losing. Percy lunged, he positively flung himself at a big monster that even Annabeth wouldn't have known. He cut across the neck, beheading the giant, and it toppled and turned to dust. But unlike the typical monster that turned to dust with a hiss he melted into dust with a ROAR. Everyone heard it. And in the chaos Percy didn't even notice he was covered in monster dust. From the very top of his head to the bottom of his feet.

To say people noticed him would be like saying people would kinda notice if the sun exploded. Nearly every demigod and monster alike turned to see the explosion. Then there was a moment of shock 'who's this guy!? And how did he defeat that thing!?' then everyone in a single breath thought, "Percy Jackson!" Then a cheer rose from the demigods and a roar of anger from the monsters.

Percy Jackson was back, and everyone knew it!

Then the battle resumed as if someone had pressed play! Percy slashed and parred and twirled using every skill he'd mastered in his 17(...was he 18 yet? He didn't know) years of life. They fought for what seemed like years and maybe it was no one could tell. Everyone was numb and wounded and fighting on instinct; not allowing their mind to think, because if their mind thought they'd remember the dead. They'd think of the body count. Growing bigger every moment. So, they fought on instinct alone using their ADHD to their advantage. Then just as many of the demigods put, what they knew would be their last action, their best forward. They put their life energy into their final blow. The gods arrived. In all their beautiful glory.

Zeus threw his master bolt down, and all the remaining demigods passed out from the amount of electricity.

When most of the demigods awoke they were in the world above. Magically transported to various places in groups.

The 7 of the prophecy were not so lucky. They awoke in piles of monster dust. On the battlefield, not moving from the spot they fell.

Percy rubbed his eyes and sat up, "Oh my Gods."

The gods were nowhere to be seen. In their place was monster dust. The entire army has been vaporized. Miles and miles of monster dust. Percy sighed a sigh of relief. Then her remember Annabeth.

He stood and ran. Adrenaline pulsing through his veins.

"Annabeth! Annabeth!" He screamed running to the spot he'd left her; praying to every god he'd ever met. Even the ones he hated that she'd be alright.

He reached the rock he'd left her. He ran around it and found her laying there.

"Annabeth?" He whispered. Praying with every atom in his body she was still alive.

Okay so there you go! ;) How do you guys like it so far? I'll post the next one when I can, but term starts from me soon so I won't have as much time to write! Please rate&review! :D Thanks for reading! And there are probably some errors sorry! :D