Percy really wished he had a plan, but jumping off that cliff was really the best he had at the moment. However, falling from that height, he started to see the problems with it. When he landed he didn't feel the sand on his feet, or the sound of his bones crushing. Instead when he opened his eyes, he was back in the dark tunnels that he now knew far to well.
He didn't know what bothered him more, being back in the tunnels or that he was a little bit happier that he was back here in a place that felt familiar to him. Shaking that thought from his head, he didn't know what was true anymore, being on Calypso's island, or what ever island he was on certainly made it seem like he was there for going on a hundred years.
This place seemed to take everything from Percy, all he seemed to have now was his hope, but being back in the darkness, he felt like he was starting to lose that too. He wanted to move, but he didn't feel like it was worth it, he still felt like he needed to close the Doors of Death, but he didn't even know how to reach them or where they even were. He didn't even know if Annabeth was still alive.
Annabeth. The name seemed so foreign to him, he remembered everything about her. The way her curls made her seem like a princess and how they fell on her face. He remembered her smile and how he would do anything to make her smile, even if it meant falling into the pits of Tartarus. He thought about how fighting Kronos, and how she was there with him, how she stayed by him.
He remembered when she told him that he wished he was the one that died and not Luke... He remembered how she made all the other campers turn on him for letting Silena and Beckendorf die. He...he... didn't know what to remember anymore.
The only thing he knew was that he had to get out of here and the only way to do that was through the Doors of Death, so he decided to run. Run through the tunnels that were more then likely going to be what killed him, but that didn't matter he just needed to get out of here. This time the tunnels didn't change on him like they did last time, they even seemed to be leading him somewhere.
He heard something running, he didn't know what it was, but it was ahead of him and his was running right at him. Every demi-god instinct told Percy to run in the different direction, but he felt like he needed to see whatever it was that was barreling right at him. He went at a dead sprint, not carrying if he ran into something with horns, this was going to be a now or never situation.
He heard what ever it was breathing hard, like it was running away from something, and right when he thought he was going to get a good look at it, he ran right into a wall. Well a mirror in fact, apparently Tartarus had a sense of humor. Before he even was able to pick himself off the ground something ran right over him and tripped and fell.
"What the hell..." The figure said in a voice that resembled someone Percy knew.
Percy looked at her, and he recognized her immediately, her intense eyes, the way she carried her self with a sense of pride. The look of worry and pure satisfaction on her face when she saw who he was looking at.
"Oh my gods... Percy its really you, your okay?" She got up and ran at him, nearly squeezing the life out of him.
"Reyna?" Was all he could manage to say.
"The Legion never thought we would see you again, when we heard that you fell into Tartarus we knew that we had to come save you." She said, still holding him.
"Reyna, what are you doing here? How long have I been here?" So many things were spiraling around in his head, mostly why she was here.
"You are a Praetor Percy, the Romans never abandon one of their own. As for how long you have been here, it has only been two days, lucky we were able to save you before something horrible happened."
"What do you mean only two days? I feel like I have been here forever." He said, not understanding anything that was going on.
"This place Percy, it messes with people, takes there greatest fears and uses them against them. It makes people go insane, we sent one of our spirits down here to find you. It did, but this place made you think you came from a place known as Camp Half-blood."
"Reyna, I did come from Camp Half-blood, Hera switched Me and Jason around remember?" Percy didn't know why he was saying this, he didn't even believe it himself.
"No Percy, that was all a trick, you have been Praetor for seven years. You were born from Neptune."
"How can that be true? I remember Camp Half-blood so well." He said
"No Percy, Camp Half-blood has been destroyed sense the first civil war of the demi-gods, all of those people you remember form your past, they did exist, but hundreds of years ago. None of them are alive now. But we need to go something is coming and it is coming fast." She said as she grabbed his hand.
Wile they were running Percy tried to think about all of this. Him as a Roman, not a Greek, it just didn't seem right.
He started to think about all the memories of camp they all seemed so real, but so did the ones of Camp Jupiter. He didn't know what to do or how to get out of this mess. He knew only one thing he had to fallow Reyna and trust her. After all he knew how could she betray him, Romans always protect their own.
Wile he was trying to think and run at the same time, he tripped over something, falling right on top of Reyna.
"Percy you have to watch out." She said, not looking at what they tripped on.
"Sorry, I think I hit a rock." He said, as he looked at the rock, it was big a lot bigger then any rock he ever saw, it was also a perfect square. He almost had to do a double take to see that it was a laptop. A laptop that said Property of Annabeth written on it.
"Lets go Percy." He heard Reyna shout from far ahead of him.
Instead he decided to open the laptop, and right on the desktop itself, were a lot of icons. Most of them seemed useless, they had to do with ancient and modern architecture, how to make a perfect sword out of just plain rocks. Most of them made Percy think that who ever owned this thing was either had no life, or way to smart for him.
Then he saw one of the icons, it was a for pictures, and it was titled Summer with Seaweed Brain. He almost clicked that one, until he saw one more icon that seemed far more important then the others.
A guide to and how to escape from Tartarus.
Percy finally had a way out of this hell.
Hope you guys liked it, sorry I know I said that this one might be the last time we see Percy in Tartarus, I don't mean to drag it out, but I just love writing these type of scenes. Don't worry though, the next chapter we will see him out of Tartarus. Review and tell me what you guys think.