Hey guys! So, I really wish that there was like a 'status update' thing on here so I could tell you when I'm working on a chapter or when on will be uploaded or if I did upload one. I think that would be awesome. Does FF have a suggestion box? Anyways, I'm going to give you a run-down of this week so you know when to check or not.

Monday: school, expect a chapter for this one and Moments, if you're reading that.

Tuesday: Probs not. I have jazz band until five and Tuesday is my big homework day.

Wednesday: Maybe. I have piano from 4-5. It really depends on what is going on homework wise.

Thurday: Maybe, again. I have jazz until four, so there will definitely be one for Moments, but I don't know about HoH. These chapters take forever to write.

Friday: No. I have pep band at five and that goes until ten-ish.

Saturday & Sunday: Yes So, I'll aim for like three chapters for this one.

So, that's that. Get ready for some Percy!

Percy

Percy

Percy was pissed. Where the hell was he? Leila had the map with her, so when Percy did his water thing that ensured that it was long gone. Ugh, why had he been so stupid?

Part of Percy told him that he just needed to relax. He was stressed out and tense. What he really needed was Anna- no. He wasn't going to think about her anymore. That would only made him more stressed out and even more upset.

Percy took in his surroundings. It was dark. Very dark. Well, no dip, Sherlock. Percy thought to himself. You're in freaking Tartarus. But, from the glow of his sword Percy could vaguely make out the ground. It was solid black and rocky. That was basically all he could see. Percy decided to turn. Why not? He was already lost and probably never going to get to the Doors and save everyone, so he might as well turn.

Percy had been bitter lately. He knew exactly why, too. He was upset and angry with himself. He could've saved his girlfriend before she was killed. He should've just woken up sooner. He should've been more alert; he was in Tartarus for Zeus' sake. He needed to wake up smell the roses and realize that he needed to pay more attention and stop acting like a fool. Plus, he trusted Leila, who killed Annabeth and was responsible for her death. She tricked him. His subconscious was screaming at him that she wasn't good, that he shouldn't trust anybody who shows up in the Underworld and says that they want to help.

Percy just felt like he betrayed Annabeth. Simple as that. He avenged her death by taking out Leila, but that didn't solve anything. Something was nagging at Percy. What if Leila wanted Percy to do that? What if she was planning on that the whole time? She probably was.

"Just my luck," He grumbled to himself.

He had been getting more monster attacks as well. They would come out of nowhere and attack him. Percy took them out easily, but he was starting to get tired. He couldn't go to sleep. He was alone; there was no way for him to know if monsters were coming. So, he stayed awake as best he could. He took short naps along the way, but they didn't do any good. He just got tired again.

All Percy really wanted was a hug. But the person who he wanted the hug from couldn't give it to him.

"Percy!" Percy stopped in his tracks. This can't be good.

"Percy?" This time it sounded more like a question. Percy spun around in a circle. He didn't see anything. It sounded like a boy's voice. Maybe a twelve year old- Nico! Percy walked a little further. All of a sudden, it seemed brighter around him. He kept his sword up, but he relaxed a little. At least he could see.

"Percy!" He heard again.

"Look up, genius!" Yup, definitely Nico. Percy looked up. There was a gap in the ceiling about two hundred feet up. He could barely make out Nico. He was like a little dot in the distance, almost like a bird that was flying really high up. Percy noticed that there was a wall of rock that was shaped almost like a stairway leading up to him. It couldn't be that easy.

But Percy didn't see a door. He figured the Doors of Death would at least have a door. Hence, Doors of Death.

"Are we at the Doors?" Percy yelled up to Nico. Nico didn't say anything, his head just bobbed a little.

"Nico! Answer. You just look like a bobble-head!" Percy yelled at him.

"No. Underworld." What? Percy spun around. How could he be in the Underworld? He and Annabeth started towards the way to Greece, why was he in the Underworld? Did he go the wrong way out of the cave? They followed the map, well until Leila took it. Percy cursed under his breath. Why couldn't his life be easy, just for once?

"Dude, just climb up here and we can talk," Nico called down. Percy nodded and headed towards the stairs.

As he got closer, Percy saw the catch to the stairs. Between the first step and the second step was a five- foot interval, and it just got higher each step. Percy stepped on top of the first one. Then, he reached and was able to pull himself up to the second one.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Nico called down.

"The steps are really far apart!" Percy yelled.

"What steps?" What does he mean what steps? Can't he see them? They're huge!

Percy didn't answer. He reached for the next one. He wasn't able to get a good grip. Percy was about 6'3" and the step was six feet at least. He looked around him. He spotted a rock that was about a foot and a half tall. He walked towards it and grabbed it. He positioned it correctly and used it as a step ladder. The next step was even higher. Percy wondered at what point it was considered a cliff. There was a little ledge on the bottom, but every time Percy put weight on it, it would slide back into the rock wall. He looked around him. There was a log and that was it. Percy walked over to examine it. It was a perfect round log, like the ones in cartoons. Percy picked it up and set it so it was sitting vertically on the ground. He wouldn't be able to climb on top of it without it tipping over. And he wouldn't be able to climb on it if it was horizontal because it would roll away. Percy sighed. Annabeth would've been able to figure it out. Percy suddenly got an idea. The ledge of rock was sticking out. What if he could make it stick out even if he was putting weight on it? Percy grabbed the log and wedged it as tight as he could between the ledge and the ground. He then put weight on that to see if it was sturdy. He found that it was and he stepped on the ledge. He was able to plant his palms firmly on the next level. He started to hoist himself up. After struggling getting up there, he decided that he needed to work out more. When he got up there, he was surprised to see a hellhound sleeping up there. He decided to leave it be because it was off to the side. Percy then assessed the situation. The ledge was ten feet up. There were no ledges, but there were rocks all around. Percy found a flat boulder and pushed it towards the wall. Then he found a slightly smaller one and put it on top. By the time he was done, he had a small pyramid. He could barely reach the top one with his hands, but he was somehow able to bet it up there. Percy walked up it carefully like a staircase. Suddenly, claws were digging into his side and he was slammed back to the ground. The hellhound was over him and staring at him like he was a hamburger. Percy had dropped his sword and had no way to get it. He leveled his lower legs out so they were knee height and parallel to the ground. Then, he kicked with all his might. That was enough to make the hellhound back up some. Percy rolled over to his stomach and lunged for his sword. He had barely grabbed it in time before the hellhound dragged him back by his foot. Percy swallowed down a scream, and slashed at the hellhound's neck. It burst into dust. Breathing hard, Percy sat up and examined his foot. It just had teeth marks and nothing too serious. And the claw marks on his side were nothing compared to his back. The scratches on his back had started to heal some, but now the stung almost as bad as right after it happened. His back was starting to bruise now as well since he was just slammed against the ground from ten feet up. He stood up shakily and began to climb his pyramid again. This time, he could see Nico a lot more clearly. He was only about eight feet away from him.

But, that wasn't possible. Percy had only climbed maybe twenty feet. He looked down below him and saw that he was higher up than he expected. Weird. Nico was looking at Percy like he had just fallen out of the sky.

"Dude, what are you doing? Just give me your hand," Nico said. He reached down. But, it appeared as if his arm was only two feet in front of him. Percy shook it off and took it. Nico pulled him up. Percy collapsed on the ground, panting. Boy, was he tired.

"What the hell is going on?" Percy asked Nico.

"I think the question is what you were doing? Why did it take you so long?"

"Because there were-! Never mind. Don't worry about it. Do you know about…?" Percy trailed off. He couldn't bring himself to say it out loud. Nico nodded, but he had a weird expression on his face.

"What?" Percy asked, sitting up.

"Hades said something was going on with that, but I'm not sure what." Percy didn't dwell on that too much. He didn't want to get his hopes up. Nico shook his head. "Anyways, Hades told me that if I could get you out, which wasn't that hard, that you were supposed to get your Achilles heel back.

"Oh, goody," Percy said sardonically. He really had no desire to get back in the Styx.

"Yeah. Let's go."

As they walked to the Styx, Nico told Percy what they were doing.

"When Hedge and I left, we had crashed on Calypso's island. I decided that I should probably talk to Hades about what was going on with you or if he knew anything since I got a dream from him. He barely told me anything though. He gave me a scroll."

"What's on it?" Percy asked. Nico shrugged.

"He said only the Seven could look at it, but they all had to be together."

"Well, that's stupid. One of them is de-"Percy stopped himself. He still couldn't say it. Nico nodded.

"I know. Maybe Annabeth wasn't even one of the Seven," Nico suggested. Percy shook his head.

"She's definitely one of the Seven," Percy said. Nico nodded.

They reached the Styx. Percy took off his shoes and started towards the water.

"Wait," Nico said, "Before you go in, I have a question."

"Shoot," Percy said, dipping a toe in the water. It stung, so Percy took it back out.

"What happened to your shirt?"

"Shut up, Nico." Percy then jumped into the water.

It stung worse than the first time. He couldn't even describe it. He focused on the small of his back again. Except, this time he thought of an even smaller spot, hoping to outsmart the Styx. He focused on a little dot to the side of the area. Like if someone had put a marker dot on it. Then, he tried focusing on the camp. He wasn't sure if Annabeth would work anymore, since she was gone. The Camp didn't work. He focused on his mom. That didn't work either. So, he tried to focus on Annabeth. It worked. They were at the beach. She was lying on a towel in her swimsuit with her eyes closed. She was wearing a gray bikini and her skin was glowing. Percy was staring at her, not saying a word. She opened her eyes and smiled her dazzling smile.

Percy's head broke the surface. He swam ashore and collapsed next to Nico.

"You were in there awhile," Was his only comment. Percy gasped and rolled over on his back.

"Wait, roll back over," Nico said. Percy complied. He wasn't in the mood to argue.

"Your scratches are healed," Nico told him. Percy looked up at him.

"Really?"

"Yeah. But they left some nasty looking scars."

"Huh." Percy shakily sat up. He didn't feel as weak as he had the last time he got out of the Styx. He sat up Indian Style and looked at Nico.

"What now?"

That was long. Jeez. Did that make you all happy? The next chapter is a Percy one, too. Yay!