I do not own anything written in this
Well this is a rewrite from a shitty one-shot i made a few years ago with roughly double the words lmao. Was bored so made this it aint great but then again i am the furthest thing from an author.
lmk what you think ig
In the unforgiving depths of Tartarus, a place where darkness reigned supreme and every step could be one's last, Percy Jackson's world shattered when the monstrous Chimera, a creature with the body of a lion, the head of a goat sprouting from its back, and a tail that ended in a deadly serpent's head, emerged from the shadows and snatched his newborn daughter, Annabeth, away. The creature's roar echoed through the abyss as it disappeared into the darkness, leaving Percy with a grief that fueled his determination.
Driven by a father's love and a hero's resolve, Percy descended deeper into Tartarus, each step a testament to his unyielding will. His heart pounded with a mix of dread and determination as he faced the first guardians of the abyss—a legion of Harpies, foul creatures with wings of darkness and talons sharp as blades. With a defiant roar, Percy charged into battle, his sword Riptide gleaming with celestial power.
The clash was swift and brutal. Percy moved with lightning speed, dodging the Harpies' razor-sharp talons and countering with precise strikes. His grief fueled his strength, each blow a tribute to the daughter he had lost and the wife he had loved.
As he delved deeper into Tartarus, Percy encountered horrors beyond imagination—Scylla, a monstrous sea creature with six heads and a hunger for souls; the Lernean Hydra, a serpent with regenerating heads that threatened to overwhelm him; and the dreaded Minotaur, a beast of rage and brutality.
Each battle was a test of Percy's skill and resolve. He called upon the elements, summoning storms and earthquakes to aid him in his quest. He used his wits and cunning to outsmart his foes, turning their own strengths against them.
But amidst the chaos and carnage, Percy never lost sight of his goal—to rescue his daughter and bring her home. He pressed on, fueled by memories of happier times and the promise of a future reunited with his family.
Finally, at the heart of Tartarus, Percy confronted the Chimera, the creature that had stolen his daughter. Its roar echoed through the abyss, a challenge that Percy met head-on. With a fierce battle cry, he charged, his every movement a dance of death and determination.
The battle that ensued was a clash of titanic proportions. The Chimera, with strength like never before, unleashed a barrage of attacks—fire from its lion's mouth, venom from its serpent's tail, and savage strikes from its goat's head. But Percy fought with unmatched skill and valor, his every strike a calculated symphony of destruction.
As the battle reached its climax, Percy tapped into a forbidden power—the ability to control his own blood. His skin darkened with ancient energy, lending him a surge of power unlike any other. With this newfound strength, he launched a final, devastating assault, cutting through the Chimera's defenses and freeing his daughter from its grasp.
But victory came at a cost. As Percy cradled his daughter in his arms, he felt a surge of grief and exhaustion. His wife, Annabeth, had died in childbirth, leaving him with a daughter he named after her—a constant reminder of the love they had shared and the sacrifices they had made.
As Percy and his daughter made their way out of Tartarus, their bond stronger than ever, he knew that his journey was far from over.
