Oh guess who is back? Thats right. And with another chapter! This one is from Percy's POV and it's pretty long in my opinion (which is probably short). But anyway, please remember to follow, review, etc. Here it is. Chapter 7. Enjoy!

Percy III

Percy was not feeling the joy. Here he was, somewhere 50 miles underground, in some new world, and running for his life! When you thought about a giant, you'd think fearsome but slow. But not our friends in Tartarus. Over the past few days Percy and Annabeth had been on the run from let see…flesh eating crows, angry Cyclops, and a very furious tree (long story). He wanted this to end, he wanted to go home and just relax and maybe eat something blue. That would have been nice, but he was a demigod. When you're the son of the sea god, you don't exactly get time to just "relax".

Where had they been running? Who knew? They had just been trying to run away from the monsters. Percy, of course, would have preferred to stay and fight these creatures but Annabeth was not in the best shape for fighting. Her ankle had healed quite a lot, but her face looked pale. Percy figured that all the travelling was taking a large toll on her. Maybe they have a car rental here; a Maserati would be nice thought Percy.

When they assumed it had reached nightfall on the mortal side, they had taken turned sleeping, while someone kept watched. They had camped out near a large Apple tree (which was obviously red) for the time being until they could come up with a plan or something to do. So basically, it was Annabeth who would have to do the thinking; Percy wasn't all good at strategy. The ocean doesn't like to be restrained, he remembered his father saying.

Annabeth had insisted that she take the first watch but she could barely manage to stand after all the running, or limped, she had been doing. So Percy decided it was time to man up and take watch first. Tartarus was a weird place. At times, the place could have become a war zone with hundreds of monsters, but at other times, it was as silent as a graveyard… and just as foggy. Keeping watch had been boring. Percy was slumped against a tree chewing on an apple as he looked around him. All was quiet except for the occasional sounds of Annabeth breathing beside him. He wondered what they would do next, and exactly how they would close the "doors".

Minutes turned into hours and soon, Percy could not keep his eyes open, no matter how hard he tried. He woke up Annabeth who, after tapping on the shoulder lightly, bolted straight up yelling, "Come back you chicken! Give it back!"

"Where you fighting a spider again?" said Percy.

She pressed her fingers on her temples, "Just shut up" she said.

"Okay, uh, can you keep watch for a bit? I'm Gonna take a nap now" said Percy as he lay down under the shade of the tree, and before he knew it, he was already drifting off.

See, people had nightmares, which were bad, but when you're a demigod, nightmares are the worst thing that can happen to you. They're like watching yourself die on TV; horrible plot, but good graphics.

This time, he dreamed he was in a…castle? It definitely looked like one. He saw a man who looked deadly familiar. It was the last person he wanted to see, other than Cronus…and Gaea, and Typhon, and Arachne. Okay, Percy had a lot of people he would love to slay, but he figured he'd probably made a lot of wanted lists himself.

The man, it seemed, was looking into a mirror. His face was a horrible mess with scratches from, birds? He was staring wide eyed into the mirror as if he had finally realized how he looked, which wasn't very good by the way. He looked like an escapee from a mental institute.

"Prometheus…so loyal, so generous" spoke a familiar voice from the mirror. Percy didn't need Annabeth this time to tell him who it was; their good old friend Gaea. Man, she seemed to be everywhere these days.

"It would be quite a shame if I had to kill you" said Gaea amusingly, "Unless you do your job…the two should not reach the castle alone…you will capture them and bring them to me, is that understood?" Her voice was more demanding than "asking".

"Y-yes my master, right away!" said Prometheus. Percy figured that it would have been extremely hard for the man to call anyone "master", unless he was scared…very scared. Percy thought he saw the man's pants a little "wet".

Prometheus turned away from the mirror. "I've got just the thing" he smiled (in an evil way of course). He snapped his fingers and in the background, Percy could hear a tremendous roar coming. Then the beating of wings. Something was coming…and coming fast!

"They'll love this one" said Prometheus and began maniacally laughing, which lightning behind him. It was just like an old 80s horror movie.

Percy's eyes fluttered open and he realized that Annabeth was shaking him.

"Seaweed brain, you were talking in your sleep…is, is everything alright?" she asked while handing him a stick with mint leaves on it (a quick toothbrush she had made reading from her laptop ebook of; if you ever get stranded). Percy took the "toothbrush" and explained Annabeth, his dream while he brushed, or at least tried to. The stick kept on breaking!

"Oh gods," Annabeth grabbed Percy's arm, "We have got to get out of here, the place, I mean the castle you were talking about, has to be our next stop, but first we've got other things to worry about"

Right then, the heard a deafening roar coming from behind them. Annabeth was in no shape to move and Percy didn't see any other option. Her bubble wrap cast had hold, but it didn't look good, aside from the point that whenever she walking all you could hear was the sounds of bubble wrap popping.

He picked her up and said, "Well then let's get moving"

He ran. And run he did, like a Usian bolt (athlete). He couldn't see the monster but the growls behind him told him that he didn't want to look back.

Then, from up above, Percy felt a gush of wind and when he looked up, he saw a…what that a dragon? It definitely was a dragon as he saw fire gushing from behind. He thought he could make out a collar from the dragon. It read: Pythos. The beast had a crazed look on its face like a rabid squirrel.

The dragon would have easily camouflaged with a 100 story building, if one even existed. Like all the surroundings, this dragon was red, which seemed to hurt Percy's eyes.

The dragon landed right in front of him as if challenging him. Percy thought he could sense a fresh stream of water nearby, which was good but compared to the dragon, the water would have only been a rain drop. The dragon sent another round of fire which pretty much meant: Good game but you're dead.

He took shelter behind a tree and let Annabeth go who immediately pulled out her dagger.

"Great, how are we supposed to kill that?" asked Percy. He was hoping that Annabeth had some sort of plan or idea, but her expression told him likewise.

"Percy, I-I don't know, just let me think" muttered Annabeth.

But they didn't exactly have all the time in the world. Percy needed a plan and knew that time was running out. He willed his power into bringing the stream of water towards him. He felt a tug in his stomach and a few seconds later, the stream of water was responding to his command. He willed it to turn into a whirlpool and it did. A pretty big one, bigger than any Percy had ever created. But would it be enough for the dragon? He was about to find out.

He surged the whirlpool towards the dragon and it hit it straight on, but unfortunately, it only seemed to annoy the monster even more. When the water surrounded the dragon, he simply launched himself into the air and gave Percy a deadly glare… They were in for a long fight.

Percy had fought many creatures. A minotaur, a serpent, medusa, heck he'd even fought a flying pig. He knew his sword skills had rusty but he had no choice.

"Annabeth, distract it if you can…I'm going in!" yelled Percy.

She seemed to grasp his plan and began throwing…apples at the monster. It seemed to work because for a few seconds the dragon seemed to be distracted.

Then, the dragon, Pythos, did something Percy would have never imagined. As Annabeth thew a second apple, the dragon caught it with its mouth and swallowed it! Then it landed near Annabeth and wagged its tail playfully. Then as Pythos ate the next apple, he began to moan and bearing its fangs at Annabeth. It's eyes pleaded for help.

"I think he needs help" said Annabeth. She walked closer towards the dragon and touched its needle-like teeth.

"Here's the problem…he has something sharp stuck in his tooth, and I think I'll have to cut it off" said Annabeth as she pulled out her dagger. She began working on the dragons teeth.

When Percy neared closer, he could see that Annabeth was trying to cut and pull out a…spear? – out of the dragons tooth, Percy guessed that someone had a little fight with their dragon friend, and it didn't end very well for him or her. After a couple of minutes of waiting…and waiting, Annabeth pulled out a giant spearhead out of the dragons tooth.

Pythos's muscles seemed to relax a little as he regarded them both…joyfully, then proceeded chewing on the apple's once more.

Wait, so Annabeth had just tamed a dragon? Once again she had saved Percy's life, just like every other day, and Percy was grateful.

"How did you- no never mind, just keep being awesome" said Percy. He recalled during their time in old Rome when they had had lunch together from Annabeth's "credit card".

However, as Percy tried to come close to the dragon, it roared again as if saying: these are my apples buddy, now back off.

"It's okay," said Annabeth, "He's a friend…oh Festus if going to love this."

The dragon glanced at Percy, and then snorted.

"Great…so he likes the blonde one, oh Gaea won't like this" mused Percy, "But Annabeth, that was brilliant!"

Annabeth threw another apple and then walked over to the dragon as if to pet it, the dragon allowed her too. As she stepped back, the dragon took a step forward, as if following her.

A voice…an ancient one, rumbled through his head. Annabeth probably heard it too as she covered her ears.

I am the mighty dragon Pythos of Tartarus. For eons, no one has released me from my curse of aiding the underworld or shown me sympathy, and for what you did, Annabeth Chase, I am grateful. I shall aid you to the gates of Despair (whatever that was) if you promise me that you will kill my master and relieve me curse.

She walked over and hugged Percy. Holding hands and glancing at the dragon she said, "I think… we've got another friend to bring along"

So wait...they get a pet dragon? Well, yeah, they do. Pythos was actually a real dragon in Greek Mythology, but wasn't really related to the underworld. I decided to change that up :) I hope you liked it. If you did please follow, review, favorite (well if you want). Next chapter will be on either Percy's or Annabeth's POV, I'm still not sure. Let me know if you have any preferences, new ideas, or if there are any mistakes. So until next time. Gooooodbye! :P