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Chapter 6: For the First Time

Percy:

When I came to, I realized I was back in the dungeon where I started. My mouth had a rough cloth gag in it, and once again I was chained onto the wall. The way I was hanging made my arms and shoulders feel like they were being torn from their sockets. I looked around the dungeon, trying to get my bearings.

The room made out of rough stone blocks was lit by torches that lined the wall I was chained to, casting the other half of the room in shadow. Annabeth was beside me, gag in her mouth, shackled to the stone wall by her wrists and ankles. She was still unconscious. I hoped she hadn't been hurt more than she already was.

The only difference from before was that the man who had helped us try to escape was chained up on my other side. He was missing his distinctive silver hand, the arm now ending in a stump. He was chained so that his feet touched the floor, and the arm he had with a hand was shackled to the wall like normal. His arm that ended in a stump was bound to his side with thick rope.

As I took all these details in, I realized that the man was awake and watching me.

I became frustrated when I realized we had no way to communicate except by looking at each other. Even though I knew it was futile, I tried to spit the gag out of my mouth. Nothing happened.

Then my mind kicked into gear, and I remembered that how I had escaped in the first place.

I closed my eyes and concentrated, feeling for the water that I knew lived in the walls, on the floor, in the air.

There wasn't any.

Frowning, I closed my eyes again, sure that I had made a mistake.

I checked thoroughly, scouring the walls, the air, and the floor, looking for any sign of water, but it just wasn't there.

How could there not be water here? I thought to myself. Water lives everywhere. It lives in the air, in the walls, in the ground. But as far as I could tell, there was no water anywhere near us.

How was that possible?

I considered calling to the ocean, like I had under Mt. St. Helen's, but I quickly decided against it. When I had done that before, I had almost killed myself and caused a massive earthquake, injuring people and causing damage. Who knew what would happen if I tired to do that here? I could end up killing us all.

No, that wasn't the answer. But what was?

Beside me, Annabeth stirred, letting out a small moan of pain and frustration into her gag as she realized where she was. I looked over at her with concern as she tried to move and let out a gasp of pain.

I met her eyes and asked her a silent question. What's wrong?

She motioned with her eyes. My shoulder.

What are we going to do? I asked.

She shook her head and closed her eyes.

I sighed into my gag. If Annabeth didn't have any ideas, then we were in big trouble.

We were tired, hungry, and in pain. We had no idea who had captured us, or how they could do things to us with only wooden sticks. Annabeth was out of ideas. There wasn't anyone coming to save us.

We were on our own.

It was much later when something finally happened.

My head jerked up as I heard a distant creak. I had no idea where the noise had come from, but judging from Annabeth's expression, I could tell that I wasn't the only person to hear it.

Through the pounding of my heart, I could hear soft footsteps getting closer and closer.

I stared intently at the shadow where the doorway was hidden, wanting to know who the person was.

As the agonizing minutes passed, no one appeared.

The man beside me had fallen asleep. I glanced over at Annabeth, and I could see she mirrored my bewilderment. If that noise hadn't come from a person, then where had it come from?

Suddenly, something happened that made my heart skip a beat in my chest.

A bodiless head had appeared out of nowhere, floating in the air in front of me.

Before I had the chance to do anything, a body materialized, attaching itself to the head. I found myself looking at a boy about my age, with black unkempt hair and emerald green eyes. He was around my height, thin, and he wore regular jeans with a baggy T-shirt. For some reason, he had a thin, lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

The boy bundled and situated in the crook of his arm a piece of silvery and fluid fabric. He then stood back and looked at us, considering.

After a moment, he pulled out what looked like a long stick. He walked up to my right wrist chain, pointing his stick at it and murmuring. The chain recoiled, jumping off of my hand as if it were a snail and I was salt.

I stared, hardly believing that my hand was free. I reached to my mouth and ripped out my gag.

"How..." I said.

"There's no time." Came the reply. "We have to get out of here as fast as possible."

He tried to free the rest of my limbs, but I stopped him.

"No. Get her first. I can get myself now." I motioned with my head towards Annabeth.

He nodded and moved towards her.

I brought out and uncapped Riptide, easily slicing through the rest of my bonds.

I then walked over to the man who had tried to help us escape earlier. He was awake now, watching me with wide eyes. I used Riptide to slash through his bindings, and he stood up, rubbing his arm.

"How did you get out? How did you-" Then he saw the boy, who had just gotten Annabeth out of her bindings. "You?"

The boy turned. "Hey." He said, grinning sheepishly.

"What are you doing here? Do you know how much danger you're in right now?" The man said angrily, but still quietly.

"I know. But we have a bigger task at hand. Let's focus on that right now." The boy said, serious.

As they were talking, I had made my way over to Annabeth, who was rubbing her shoulder.

"How's the shoulder?" I asked her.

She looked at me and smiled faintly. "I'll be fine."

The silence in the room made me look at the man and the boy, who were looking at Annabeth and I expectantly.

"So, how are you planning to get us out of here?" Annabeth asked, skeptically. "Because our last escape attempt didn't work out so well."

The boy smirked at us and held up his silvery fabric, which I could now tell was a cloak.

"Oh, don't worry. I have an idea."

"What?"

"Just watch."

The boy took his silvery cloak and threw it around his shoulders, pulling it so that it covered everything but his head.

His whole body completely disappeared, leaving his head floating in the air.

I stifled a gasp. "What-"

"I'll explain later. Now come on, I need both of you to get under the cloak with me. Tonks, you're just going to have to follow us and hide your hand, there's no more room under here." Tonks, apparently, nodded, face intent.

"And I forgot, I never asked what your names were." The boy said.

"Um...Percy Jackson." I said.

"Annabeth Chase." said Annabeth, her voice fierce.

"Nice to meet you, Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase." The boy said. "My name is Harry Potter."