Chapter ten is finally here after several hours of grueling mind block, =P. And, BTW, this is the beginning of the prophecy, starting with Annabeth committing suicide, teehee. Oh, and I just noticed that in Ch.5, Stalker Alert, I misspelled "Perseus" at the end. I spelled it "Perceus"! How mortifying! Sorry, none of you probably noticed that. I'm rambling now. Let's get to the story.

CHAPTER IX: I (ACCIDENTALLY) COMMIT SUICIDE

After returning to Camp Half-Blood, Percy and I decided to take a walk along the beach to "clear up" our feelings.

"That was funny," I said after a few minutes of silence.

"What was funny?"

"When you told my mom you wouldn't impregnate me until our honeymoon," I teased.

"Wait, so we're already getting married?" Percy asked lightly.

"It depends on when you get the ring," I told him, and he feigned surprise.

"That's interesting, because I had it all ready..."

"What?!" I yelped. "Perseus Jackson, we are seventeen."

"Very hot seventeen year olds," he muttered underneath his breath and I swatted him.

"Shut up."

"Well, now that you mentioned the ring," Percy said with a devilish grin on his face.

"Nuh-uh, Seaweed Brain. Remember when I said I'm not going to make things easy for you? You'll have to catch me first!" I told him and then sped off.

"No fair! You had a head start!" I heard him yell and then heard him start running after me.

I wasn't watching where I was going, though, and soon I came too close to the edge of the cliff...

"ANNABETH!" I heard Percy yell as I found myself treading on air and falling faster and faster towards the waves below.

The last thing I remember seeing is a black, jagged rock, and then everything went dark.

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Percy's POV (A/N: Yay! Finally!)

What the Hades did she think she was doing?!

After she had fallen, I had sprinted as fast as I could to the cliff and jumped over, summoning the water to cushion my fall, after which I swam as quick as possible towards where her still, lifeless form on that rock.

"Annabeth..." I moaned, tears streaking my face, holding her limp body. Quickly, I lay her flat on the rock and then began compressing on her chest. Water came out of her mouth, but it didn't seem to help.

Already, several campers had come and were gazing down at us in apparent horror. "GET CHIRON!" I yelled at them, and they ran off quickly.

Soon, the centaur had arrived and had thrown ropes down into the sea, but I didn't need them. I made the water rise and form a kind of platform which I hopped onto, carrying Annabeth's body, and the platform rose to the ground level. "Help. Please," I begged.

Chiron let me jump onto his back and he galloped towards the Big House. "She is very weak, Percy," he said with a note of distress in his voice.

"Can you do anything?" I anxiously asked as Chiron laid Annabeth out on a stretcher.

"I shall do my best," the centaur said dubiously, and then began chanting in Ancient Greek.

A green glow lit up Annabeth's body, and her mouth opened slightly as Chiron began chanting more and more frantically.

But nothing else happened except the image of some kind of plant appeared in the green mist.

"Percy, summon the Demeter kids immediately."

I ran to the Demeter cabin and yelled, "Lily, get everyone to come to the Big House fast! Annabeth's dying!"

Immediately, the door burst open and we all sprinted back to the big house.

"Lily, what is this plant?" Chiron said as calmly as he could in the present circumstances.

Lily frowned as she peered closely at the mist. "It appears to be...some sort of...oh, my gods!"

"Yes?" Chiron encouraged her.

"Dragonsweed."

"What?!" everybody in the room exclaimed.

"Yeah...uh...it's really...rare, and I think it's only obtainable in the...uh...underworld."

"There's dragonsweed in the underworld?" another Demeter kid said, sounding confused.

"Well mother always said that the first plant Persephone ever planted in the underworld was—"

"Okay, okay!" Chiron said, clopping his hooves on the floor. "Look, I don't know how or who is going to obtain this dragonsweed, but—"

"I will," I stepped forward, my face feeling wet from the tears. And this is coming from a guy who never gets wet unless I want to.

"Percy, Annabeth needs you here to help her heal," Chiron explained. "And so—"

"No, I have to. Aphrodite even had a prophecy made about this."

"She had a prophecy made about—"

"Look, that doesn't matter now. I just know I have to go into the underworld to get this dragonsweed, or whatever this thing is called." I said angrily. Each minute we spent arguing was one minute more that Annabeth was dying.

"At least ask the Oracle for a quest," Chiron desperately said.

"No, Aphrodite already made the prophecy!" I yelled. "Let me just go!"

Chiron and the other people in the room exchanged glances. "Well..."

"Oh, screw this." And I ran off to my probable doom.