Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or the Hero's of Olympus Series...though I wish..

She was falling.

She kept her gaze upwards towards the light that had been buried long ago.

Inwardly she cursed herself for thinking that she might have finally caught a break and that perhaps something would've actually been somewhat simple and easy for a change.

She was still falling.

Unfortunately, Annabeth Chase was a demigod, and things were never simple and easy.

With apparent effort Annabeth turned her head to look at Percy.

They were both falling.

Percy Jackson, the son of Poseidon had chosen to fall with her rather than leave her.

He had told her that it was okay and that they'd be fine, because they were together.

By the gods she loved him.

They were still falling.

But Annabeth didn't really care; she was already flying.