ANNABETH POV

Minutes. Hours. Days. Months. Years.

I don't know how long I have been falling. All I know is that I'm in Tartarus with no escape. I replay everything in my mind. Hating the grief and pain that washed over me.

I will never forget the look on Percy's face when he saw me fall. His eyes were dead. They were dull green instead of their usual bright sea green. His handsome face was streaked with tears. I can still hear his pleas ringing in my ears. They were worse than the ones from Cocytus - the River of Lamentation, made of pure misery. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes.

Wind whistled past me. The air grew hotter and drier the further I fell. Suddenly, I start to see an eerie glow start to form underneath me. I start hyperventilating. The realization of Tartarus finally settled in my brain and hit me like a ton of bricks. I was going to die from impact. I start thinking of happier times.

When Luke and Thalia found me and welcomed me into their family.

Becoming Leader of Cabin 6.

Meeting Percy.

Becoming best friends with him and going on quests.

Kissing him on Mount St. Helens.

Winning the war with Percy by my side.

Our underwater kiss on his 16th birthday.

Finally becoming boyfriend and girlfriend.

Finding Percy at Camp Jupiter and judo flipping him over my shoulder.

Our night together in the stables.

I smile to myself as the light grows brighter and brighter. The last happy thoughts I'll have in maybe forever.

The whistling of the air became a roar. The air became sweltering hot and smelled like rotten eggs. The darkness started to fade as I saw the scenery change. An empty cavern was below me. I grabbed my dagger from my waistband and prepared myself. Who knows what kind of monsters I am going to encounter.

I brace myself for the rough landing. I bend my knees to prepare myself for a tuck and roll. As soon as my feet touch solid ground, I quickly brought my head forward and rolled under my my legs. My arms took most of the damage.

I took in my surroundings. The sky was black with blood-red clouds lining the horizon. The cavern was made of jagged rocks. Bones littered the floor, making a gruesome crunching sound every step I took. The air was so putrid, it became a struggle to breathe. I heard the sound of growling and snarling everywhere.

Eventually, I collapsed onto the cold stone floor. My body was exhausted from falling. I knew it wasn't safe to take a nap, but I had a gut feeling that I wan't going to get another anytime soon. I fell asleep thinking about a certain someone with sea green eyes and messy raven hair.

AN: I KNOW THIS CHAPTER WAS BORING, IT WAS MORE OF A FILLER. I'M MOSTLY GOING TO WRITE IN PERCY/ANNABETH POV.