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So, funny story. Ya'll are gonna laugh, really. Do you know why? Because I am so dumb sometimes. Honestly.
Guess what I found? My story outline. Guess what was on the back of the story line? More plot points.
Hahahahaha.
So, my HoH is still going on. Are you happy? Of course you are(:
If I made a blog would you guys follow it?
What if I posted original work on Wattpad or Readwave? Would you read it
I'm really gonna try harder with this habitual updating thing. I really am. I pinky promise.
But, in case if you guys havn't noticed yet, I'm an airhead.
I just watched Hercules. I can honestly say I am outraged at all of the inaccuracy ( Really it's just the fact that three Hydra heads come back instead of two).
I wish this site had like a status thing like Facebook does. That would be awesome. Maybe I'll just update my profile or whatever. Would you guys like that?
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So let's do some Annabeth
Vamanos!
Annabeth
I fell on my butt with a small oomph. Smiling to myself, I looked around at the pitch black surroundings. The only light in the place was a small, jagged crack about fifty miles up. I frowned. I shouldn't have been that close to the ground. I unsheathed the knife I swiped from the armory. It didn't have anything on my old one, but it would have to suffice.
I rose to my feet shakily. Even though I had been there before, the fall and darkness still made me queasy. I moved the light around, checking to see if I had any injuries from the fall. I had a small scrape on the back of my thigh but I wasn't too worried about it. I decided that I wasn't going to get done what I needed to by just standing there, so I tentatively took a step forward. When nothing happened, I inwardly rolled my eyes at myself. I was alone with Arachne of all people not even a month before. And I'm not even going to go into the hell I endured with Leila and Tony.
After getting my brain together, I started to walk forward. I seemed to be on a black surface. The ground was texturized in wave-like forms that cracked slightly as I walked. A light fog started to form around my ankles, but I didn't really care. Everything just seemed so peaceful, like I was walking on actual ocean waves and I felt…happy. I suddenly felt Percy's warm hand in mine and the smell of the sea started to invade my nostrils as I continued walking. A small patch of weird shaped flowers came into view, so I gingerly plucked one from the stem. I had never seen anything like them before; not even around camp or during my late night swims (Sssh! Don't tell Chiron) with Percy. I lightly plucked one off of the stem. It smelled divine. I was vaguely aware that I should be searching for Reyna to complete my plan of finding Gaea to trick her into closing the doors herself, but I had other things on my mind. I started to think of Percy and how cruel of me it was to not involve him in my plan. I started to feel guilty that I didn't tell him. Surely he would be too mad to even speak to me if I did this right. I had the fate of the world riding on my shoulders, plus my camp's and Reyna's camps' survival. I was really hoping that Hazel's tunnel and Nico's dead army would avert the attention of the Roman's long enough for Camp Half-Blood to attack. I told Piper to order them not to kill or seriously hurt any of them, but if they continued to press on and hurting them was the only option, then by all means protect yourself.
It then occurred to me that this whole Piper-leading –the-camp thing might not bid well with Percy. He has always been extremely territorial about the camp and his friends. HE didn't know Piper that well. Would he feel threatened? Would he be mad at me?
Somewhere, the rational part of my brain told me that it was just the exhaustion and my recent mentally unstable episode talking, but I couldn't stop the thoughts from coming.
I suddenly started to feel sick to my stomach. I looked down at my feet and realized that I had been pacing around in a circle. I slowly sat down, pulling my knees up to my chest. Even though my legs were no longer moving, the darkness continued to spin. I closed my eyes, hoping that that would help, but it honestly made things worse. All I saw was that thing that followed me around when I was with Leila and Tony. It was like a possessed spirit that was pulled out of a horror movie. It was gray and wrinkly. It almost looked like Gollum from the Lord of the Rings, but not. IT was a bit plumper than that and was the size of a six year old. Its eyes were completely black, all the way around, no sclera whatsoever. It always had a creepy grin on his uncanny owl-like face. But the worst part about him was not his appearance. Every time he came around my judgment was impaired, I felt extremely self-conscious and insecure and I could not make a decision even if my life depended on it. For example, there were several instances where I could have easily gotten away from Leila, but every time I tried to carry out a plan, this thing would get inside my head and I would end up taking too much time debating and get caught.
I opened my eyes to see my knife lying a few yards away from me. Had I dropped it when I was pacing? I shook my head whilst shifting my weight onto my knees so I could reach and grab for it. The ground started to rumble and I heard a crack coming from beneath me. The ground started to shake, which was not good for my already impaired vision. I could seldom see a light to my right out of my peripheral vision. I turned my body towards it, hoping to get a better look, but it was impossible with the vibrating ground. A crack started to form in between my knees. I made a mad grab for my knife. As I was doing so, I sickly grey hand wrenched mine from it. I looked to my left only to see that thing that has been following me around for the past month. Oh, please. Not now. The ground started to give way, slowly inching towards opposite ways. The thing had a vice-like grip, making it impossible for me to move. I did the immediate thing and had started to get as far away from it as possible. Now the crack had widened about three feet. I felt myself starting to slip, but I was determined to hold my ground. I had to do this. I could not fail. If I died because of this stupid demon thing then-
I was suddenly knocked off balance by an explosion. I had no idea where it came from. It felt like it was right under me. My hearing was instantly dull and all I could hear was ringing. My vision became blurry and there was a prickly sensation in my legs. I had a sense of déjà vu as I hung from the edge, being held off the edge by this freaking demon that showed up at the worst times. I tried to swing my other arm up to get more support, but all I saw was a blur of red and felt pain as I put pressure on it, so I immediately put it back down. I looked down, just to see what I would fall into and was surprisingly not surprised with what I saw; mostly just because luck was not on my side. There was literally a boiling lake of lava. I couldn't tell, but I thought I saw a little black dot, maybe a rock, floating around.
I looked back up to see that creepy thing smiling down at me. HE might have been laughing, but everything looked like a Van Gogh painting at the moment so I couldn't be entirely sure. He wasn't breaking eye contact with me as he started to mouth some words. I couldn't tell what exactly, but I saw either House or Ow or maybe he was just yawning. He did that a lot, like haunting me for the past month was such a bore to him. His head suddenly whipped to the side, his grip turning even more rigid than it had been before. I could feel my bone crack, causing tears to spring to my eyes. He let go.
And for the second time in my life I was falling down into an endless pit.
Down, down…
Down.