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Percy and Annabeth walked in silence, only taking small breaks every hour or so to stop and talk about where they are headed.

"What do you think?" Annabeth asked him. Percy stopped sharpening his knives and looked up at the daughter of wisdom, "I don't know. Death's mouth, what—what if it means I have to go back, back down there?" Annabeth scooted over and hugged Percy, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him in for a very tight hug. "Percy, if you have to go back down there, then so will I. A man like you doesn't deserve to go through so much pain and suffering—much less go through it alone. If that's what it takes to complete this prophecy and get you back home to your kids, then that's what we'll do. Together. Got it? I'm not leaving you behind or vice-versa." Percy smiled at her attempt of cheering him up, and nodded his head.

They walked together until they came across a wide field, the leaves burned off of the trees, the bark of the trees black with cinder and charred. They slowed their pace, and became almost as silent as Artemis's Huntresses. Almost. Percy stepped on a dead branch, causing the sound of a loud snap to echo through the forest. They stared at each other, horrified of what is to come. They stood, back to back, and weapons at the ready. They listened as a monster approached them, they could tell it was a big one because of the continuous Thud,Thud, Thud.

Percy nearly dropped his sword as he craned his neck up to look at the giant monster. Maybe, he should be more specific. Let's try that again—ahem, Percy nearly dropped his sword as he craned his neck up to look at—a hydra. "Awe man," Percy whined, "do you know what happened the last time I had to fight him? Hey, Jerky!"

"Percy!" Annabeth hissed.

"What?"

"Don't get the monster upset! He's here to kill us!"

"Oh, no actually, Jerky is a girl. And, I named her Jerky when I was, uh, down there. Hey Jerky! How's the pit?" The hydra, 'Jerky', roared in agitation and spewed fire all over the place. "Um, Percy?"

"Yeah."

"What the Hades did you do this time?!"

"I may, or may not, have…uh, killed her hubby?"

"W–h–h—y?!" she whined, "Come on! Is there one mythical creature you haven'tangered?"

"Yeah. Actually there is one—"

"Artemis doesn't count. And I'm more than 99.99% sure even she has been upset with you at times."

"I was going to say—actually, I think you're right. Whoa!" Jerky got tired of looking back and forth between the two immortals, and decided to nearly burn Percy into a nice, tasty, crispy, burnt, chip.

Percy—deciding he didn't want to be a Perc-ito, ducked and rolled over to the right, causing one of the heads (of the hydra) to overlap with the other. He swung at the head, and almost out of instinct, using his powers from being a champion of Hestia, he burned the stump, not letting it grow more heads.

Jerky roared in pain, the other heads snapping at Percy. "Boo–Hoo! Who cares? So what you've lost a head? I'll give you an easier, and free, way of getting back with Mr. Jerky!" Percy yelled as he jumped up high, and cut off another head. As he landed, knees bent, on the stump, he heated up his hand and burned the remaining stump. Annabeth started to get to work, and began slashing at the hydra's sides, causing the extremely long necks to get tangled. After some time, Jerky was down to two heads, Percy and Annabeth need to do this right. As they stood, side by side, the looked at each other, and nodded. Three seconds later, they were fighting the monster once again. Percy threw five throwing knives at one of the heads. In a split second, the knives aligned themselves up the neck of the hydra, perfectly aligned, and each within a good two feet of each other. The hydra roared once again, determined to get its vengeance.

With its claw, Jerky, swiped at Percy, causing five new cuts across his chest. He cried out in pain and fell to one knee. Jerky, taking advantage of this, gave another swipe of her claw and sent Percy flying across the field, causing him to hit his spine and back against a tree. "Percy!" Annabeth dropped her guard and began to run towards Percy. With ichor dripping from the top side of his left eyebrow, a cut from his lip, and pouring from the wound from Jerky, Percy yelled for Annabeth to get out of the way. Jerky was preparing to spit acid behind Annabeth's back. Percy, with excruciating pain, got on one knee, and with his steel wings, flew into the air and landed on top of Annabeth, shielding her with his wings, his back exposed. Jerky spit acid onto Percy's back, and he screamed in pain. With all his might, with a sloppy swing, he cut off both heads, turning in a full circle. Before he finished his full circle, he set both stumps on fire, before doing his full 360 and falling onto his knees. The world began to drown in ink as his eyelids became heavy, and with a big thud,Percy fell to the ground.

Color slowly came back to the world, and with eyelids as heavy as iron, Percy struggled to open his eyes, and show his friends he is alive and well. He found that his eyes felt like they were sewn shut, so he let them be.

He heard voices, whispering about somewhere far away from him in the room.

"What happened…"

"—as a god he should be—" the voices got clearer and clearer as time passed by.

"I know. And now I feel bad…"

"There's nothing you could've done. He is, after all, the first and last to ever hold the power of Chaos. You're just lucky Artemis can't kill maidens."

"Yeah, I know. What should we do? I'm sure she wasn't supposed to find out about this quest."

"Well, I doubt we can keep the fact that her husband almost died. We'll have to let her in. She may be our only hope."

"It's been three days. When will he wake up?"

"Any day now. Any day…"

And the world drifted into an infinite sea, far away from Percy's reach.

The next time Percy became conscious, he felt one of his hands extremely warm, but it felt like he was at home. "…poison should've killed him."

"When will he wake up?"

"You need to understand that, when he wakes up, he's going to have to continue his quest. Even though he is a god, we are already stretching the limits as far as they can go. We can no longer interfere."

"Why?"

"Artemis—"

"No! No, I'm not going to let you take him away from me like that ever again."

"We have no choice. We—"

"Artemis."

Percy involuntarily coughed, sending his body into a wave of shudders. He sat up straight, and took in a sharp breath. The warmth on his hand became colder, as he noticed this was because Artemis had let go of his hand.

His eyes flew open, and he found himself in a familiar tent. The Hunt's infirmary.

"Percy!" Artemis threw her arms around him. Percy, wincing, slowly wrapped his arms around her, his head in her shoulder. "You have no idea how much I've missed you," they told each other at the same time. With both hands, Artemis cupped Percy's face. She kissed him all over his bruised and bloody face. Percy conjured up a glass of water and drank some, before pouring it on his face, cleaning and healing his wounds.