Chapter 1

ANNABETH

As Annabeth fell she thought of Percy's words. We are staying together, he had said Your not getting away from me, never again. He looked handsome and brave. He squeezed her hand, let go of his tiny ledge and sent them spiralling into darkness.

Now they were still falling hand in hand but he was beneath her due to his weight. She saw a rock fall and hit Percy's head. She felt his grip slacken.

"Percy!" Annabeth yelled. Panic started to build up inside of her, but she tightened her grip. She would NOT lose him. Another rock fell and hit her arm, but she didn't let go of Percy, she kept her grip.

Just as it seemed they would never stop falling, they slammed into the ground. The impact made their hands break apart. Annabeth had managed to land on her side to avoid a hit to her ankle, but it still hurt.

It took her a minute to recover but she seemed to be all right. Everywhere hurt but she didn't break any more bones. Her ankle didn't hurt as much, she could feel it mending, but it wasn't near perfect.

She crawled her way through the dark searching for Percy. He couldn't have landed that far away from her, could he? This was tartarus….

Finally she found him and almost wish she didn't. He was lying motionless on the ground. When she checked over him for injuries, she found he must have had a few broken ribs and his hair was soaked in blood with a nice crater in his head from the rock.

"Come on Percy," she muttered, " Don't die on me." She couldn't bear it if he died, even though she knew the truth, without ambrosia or nectar there was no way Percy could live, even now she could feel his life slipping away. No don't think like that he will live, she thought to herself.

She checked his pockets, hoping to find some ambrosia, but all she found was Percy's sword in pen form. She took it out and uncapped it. It provided a dim light from it's glow. She lost her own knife, so this way they had light and a weapon.

Percy looked worse then she'd realized. His skin was deathly pale, his face streaked with blood and brusies. It was clear she needed ambrosia now.

Just then she saw something move in the shadows near the wall. She stood up to take a look and see what it was. She was almost there when she heard a noise behind her. Percy's back there, she thought. Her mind was screaming at her for being so stupid.

She swung the sword around, to find percy untouched, Thank the gods, she thought. Then she realized something was different. A box sat beside Percy.

Cautiously, she walked forwards and using the point of riptide opened the box. Inside was a baggie full of ambrosia and a canteen of nectar and one of water… or poison. Either way the box told her one thing…

They weren't alone.