Third Person POV

As Percy Jackson stood on the murky shores of the River Styx, he couldn't help but doubt the plan, let alone his strength to survive. If I survive this, he thought, I definitely won't survive after Annabeth finds out. The son of Poseidon grimaced at the thought. Percy quickly glanced over at the unconscious son of Hades prone body laying on the embankment. He then thought of the reason why he was doing this in the first place. How else am I supposed to stand up to the test of Time? Literally. Taking one last deep breath, Percy plunged into the River Styx.

Pain. Burning, chilling, crushing, numbing, completely overwhelming pain. He could remember, if only faintly, Achilles saying something about remembering your mortal spot. Deciding to give it a try because, honestly, if there was anything that could slightly lessen the pain, Percy was all ears, he focused on the small of his back. It was the spot his mother used to rub when he came home from school upset about bullies or grades or teachers and his beautiful, amazing mother would feed him blue jelly beans from Sweet on America. As he concentrated, Percy could feel a little tug on his back, like a cord tying him to the shore. Then the pain increased tenfold. It was like experiencing every pain he'd ever had in his entire 15 years of life all at once, multiplied by about a thousand. The pain was so intense, the son of Poseidon began to lose consciousness, slowly sinking into oblivion. Then the faces started to appear. Hallucinations, Percy assumed, created by his brain to deal with the pain.

First, his father, telling him to be a man and get up, although in a kindly tone. Then his mother replaced him, smiling softly and encouraging him to hold on. "Come on Percy you can do it." She said. Suddenly Grover was standing there, in all his goat boy glory. "Perce," he bleated. "C'mon we need you man. C'mon!" His voice started to slowly fade away. Then Annabeth was there, her stormy gray eyes twinkling in half amusement, half annoyance, curly blonde hair billowing in the wind and her orange Camp Half Blood t-shirt

crumpled. Beautiful and breathtaking as ever. She extended her hand out to him. "Seriously, Seaweed Brain? I can't let you out of my sight for one second without you becoming kamikaze on me. Let's go! No time for fooling around!" Percy tried to take her hand then, but she too slowly disappeared. The pain was suffocating now, surely, if he didn't do something soon, he would die. In Annabeth's place stood a girl that seemed somewhat familiar to the son of Poseidon, although he couldn't put his finger on who she was. The Girl, because he didn't know what to call her, seemed extremely angry. "Are you freaking kidding me?! Perseus Jackson I swear to the Gods I will kill you on sight! You probably don't even remember my name anymore! Just let it be known that the only reason I'm saving your sorry ass is so that I can kill you myself!" With that, the Girl reached over, wrapped her hands, which were muscular, but not overly, around his forearms and wrenched him out. The last thing Percy heard her say before he resurfaced on the surface of the River, was "You better hope to the Gods you remember the name Madeline Roy or so help me you will die."

Well, that puts a little twist on things. OH MY GODS IM SO PROUD AND TIRED AND EXHAUSTED. I FINISHED BOTH CHAPTERS EVEN THOUGH THEY WERE PATHETICALLY SHORT. Apologies about the chapter length, but honestly, it's something. Something is better than nothing. I am currently typing this with my eyes closed- literally I cannot see the screen. I am too lazy to open my eyes so I am sorry for the typos. Future chapters should be longer- I just wanted to get something on here before I died. Now I need to go to bed really really bad. So, without further ado, GOOD NIGHT WORLD SLEEP TIGHT :)

peace out girl scout

~M