I'm back! I posted another chapter yesterday (I fixed it) so just in case you didn't know. This chapter may be a little short! Enjoy!

Sam PoV: (Don't worry…yet)

I found Leo in our room. I shut the door behind me. "I just want a kiss." I said as his mouth opened to question me. I walked right up to him and planted my lips on his. He seemed in shock for a moment, then his arms went around my waist as mine wound around his neck. I pulled back. "I just need one. We now have to rescue Annabeth." Leo pulled me to the door. "I'll meet you on deck, I just want to get out of my clothes."

I was left alone in my bloody clothes and then ran to the closet. I took of the outfit I was wearing and replaced it with a pair of denim shorts, a white tank top, under a pink crop top. If I could die at any time, I wanted to go out in style. I slipped on my pair of Reeboks, wove my weapons belt through my loops. I placed my sword in its sheath, my knife in its place, and grabbed my bracelet/bow and belt for my quiver and slipped them on. FJ, like always flew behind me. I left my hair down.

I ran upstairs and waited on deck with everyone. It was odd. Percy had this look of anger, worry, and fear in his eyes. Nico and Hazel kept looking at each other in worry. The rest looked around in guilt. I stood against the wall. My curls hung round my face and I was still getting used to the blonde.

Later:

I made FJ into a disk and put his in my back pocket. I grabbed the railing and swung myself down onto the robe ladder. I climbed down after Leo. He helped me down and I stood in awe. It was amazing! The statue stood in the center of the room, held up by cobwebs. I heard Annabeth sobbing. The room was barely lit by the sunlight streaming in, but I could see that there were giant tapestries. I wondered around looking at the beautiful ones.

Then I saw it, the most beautiful one of all. It was my home. The skyline of New York, with the Empire State building in the middle, standing tall. The sun sank behind the buildings, sending rays of orange, gold, and red array. I reached out my hands, as if to grab the beauty of the rays. My hand stroked the soft fabric. "They're so beautiful." I murmured. The tapestries felt like silk. I walked on around the stone room. It was cold, and damp.

"Which one's your favorite?" Percy called. I turned and gave him a smile. "That one." I pointed to the one of the sky line.

The room started to shake and I tried to keep my balance as fear coursed through my veins. I almost screamed, but I didn't. "Sam!" Percy begged me to hurry and I tried. The ground shook again and I screamed falling to the ground, my wrist twisting as it caught me. "Sam, please." I saw Percy try to move towards me but another sock went through the room. The rocks under me wobbled and I was thrown, throw over, into the pit. I silently screamed. My legs bent, my arms flew upwards, as if trying to reach Percy, who was screaming above. Hair flew around my face. Tears leaked from my eyes, it was as if I was floating for just a moment, then I fell.

My last sight of Percy was him being held back by Hazel and Nico, trying to reach me. Fear, anger, sadness, worry all crossed his face and then darkness took a hold of me.

The air was hot, dank. It smelled of rotten eggs. My wrist throbbed and the wind turned me. I was falling face first. I was going to die. Then I felt something prick at my back, a claw of some sort. F.J.! The small dragon crawled its way over my body, onto my chest. He looked at me with his ruby eyes. "F.J." I muttered.

The tiny dragon cawed in response as it hooked its claws into my top. His wings tried desperately to reverse the current, but the wind sucking me down was to strong. I held him to my chest, tight, trying not to cry. I tried to remember where I was falling. Tartarus. I remembered a myth where it said it took nine days to fall into it. I can say that isn't true. It was only two hours.

The pit I was falling into opened up into a great cavern. F.J. flew off my chest and locked his claws around my wrist. His wings beat against the wind and he flew, dragging me behind. He flew me over the river that cried out to me, saying to give up. It cried out to me saying to let it go. To stop. I almost believed them.

About six feet above the red riverbank, F.J. dropped me. I landed with a thump. I winced as glass entered my palms and knees. I turned around and sat. I pulled glass shards from my hands and knees. It was so hot that I was already sweating. I took off my crop top and then the tank top, leaving me in my sports bra. I pulled my crop top back on and used my knife to cut up my tank top.

I wrapped the shreds around my hands to stop the bleeding. I went to work on my legs and tied strips around them. I tucked the remaining ones into my pocket, but used one to tie my hair back.

I took a deep breath as F.J. sat on my knee. I ran my fingers along his cool metal. "What do I do now, F.J.?"

"You could tell me who you are." A voice.

I stood up immediately and drew my sword. A tall man stood in front of me in a janitor's jumpsuit. His silver hair stuck up everywhere and his silver eyes where brighter than Annabeth's. He help a broom, with a spear head at the top of it. A calico cat moved around his feet.

"I'm…Samantha Folsom."

"Hello. I'm Bob."

I gasped and took a step back. "You know my…my brother." I stuttered out.

"Who is your brother?" He said as the cat purred.

"Percy Jackson."

"I do know your brother. Let's sit, and you can tell me your story."

He sat on the ground. I carefully sat, one hand on my knife.

"Tell me your story, Samantha Folsom."