Percy Jackson's fall into Tartarus

This story is for Heroes of Olympus fans, who like Percy as the focus character. I thought up this story to entertain fans while they wait for the House of Hades to come out. Spoiler Alert! If you haven't read The Mark Of Athena, then this story will give away the ending. This is my first story, so please give me feedback to improve! I do not own any characters or content. All content belongs to Rick Riordan. Cover art belongs to fbcdn.net.

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13. Disturbing Realization

Annabeth flinched back when she realized the monster was trying to speak. "Help..." She whispered, and Annabeth had to lean in to make out her words. "Help me." She struggled to continue her sentence. Annabeth was stricken with conflicting emotions- this wasn't how she normally encountered monsters. Yes, there was Tyson and Mrs. O'Leary, but they were exceptions. Questions flooded her mind. Can I help her? Should I help her? Does she know where Percy is?

After thinking about it, she knew she had to try and help. Not all monsters had to be horrible, she just hoped she wasn't making a grave mistake in trusting this one. Annabeth knelt beside the girl's head, trying to coax her into talking. "Okay. What do I need to do?" The girl raised her hand, surprising Annabeth and gripping her arm.

"Just..." She drew in breath, "Bandages. Do you have bandages?" Annabeth wasn't sure what she was expecting, but she wasn't expecting that. She peered into her bag, seeing Percy's shirt still in strips inside. Pulling them out, she looked for the worst injuries to bind first.

Annabeth decided to keep the girl talking. "What's your name?" She chose a large and deep gash across the girl's stomach and began wrapping it up.

The girl looked her in the eyes, like she was deciding whether or not to trust her. "I am Andromeda of Ethiopia." Annabeth didn't hear her whole sentence. She stared in fascination at Andromeda, and the legend came back to her. She was the daughter of King Cepheus and Cassiopeia. Her mother believed that Andromeda was the most beautiful maiden of the age, even more graceful than Poseidon's nereids. Nobody should go around mocking the gods, and when Cassiopeia bragged over her daughter, Poseidon sent a monster to destroy Ethiopia. He demanded Andromeda to be sacrificed in order to spare Ethiopia. With no other choice, she was chained to a rock for Posidon, but Perseus, the original Perseus, son of Zeus, saved her. Annabeth's meeting Andromeda couldn't have been a coincidence, not by a long shot. Not only did she marry Percy's namesake, but she was also the masthead of Kronos' old cruise ship. The fact that she was in Tartarus meant she had to have struck a deal with Gaea, knowingly or not, and was now in her service. Maybe for revenge on Poseidon?

Andromeda grunted in pain, and Annabeth realized she'd tied her stomach too tightly. "I'm sorry!" She cried, and loosed the wrap. "Uh, what were you saying?" She moved on to a new injury, being as careful as she could in the dim light.

"I asked you your name." She said bluntly. My reaction to her name must've freaked her out. Annabeth should've been more cautious with her answer, but she knew honesty would make Andromeda more willing to share information.

"I'm Annabeth." She told her, then took a deep breath. "I need to find my friend Percy; we got separated. Do you know where he is?" Annabeth avoided Andromeda's eyes, not wanting to betray any uncertainty she might be showing. As she bound Andromeda's wounds, she noticed they were unique to a specific greek blade. One that only one person in Tartarus should be wielding.

Andromeda's gaze bore into the side of Annabeth's head, pulling at her attention. She glanced over at her, and Andromeda responded before she could look away. "You are the second half-blood I have seen in Tartarus. The other was a boy your age, and he cut me down the moment he saw me. I hope that he is not the one you call 'friend'." Her words burrowed deep into Annabeth's mind, and she knew that Percy had done this. She didn't know why, but Andromeda didn't seem to be a threat. Annabeth would have been able to shrug it off, except that Andromeda was so injured that there was no way it had been an accident. Do I tell her the truth, or lie?

Annabeth shrunk back. "What did he look like? Percy would never harm an innocent." Part of Annabeth considered that maybe Andromeda wasn't as harmless as she seemed, but she had no weapon. Even if she did, Percy was an excellent swordsman and could disarm her if he needed to.

Andromeda's mental shields went up. Annabeth could feel their short alliance grow stale. "His torso was covered in bandages and blood, both his own and of others. Is he the one you are searching for?" She stopped talking and analyzed Annabeth's reaction. Normally Annabeth could retain her emotions well, but her self-discipline was failing her. Andromeda pushed herself away from Annabeth. "Leave me alone. If he is your friend, then you are my enemy."

Annabeth stood, picking  up all her supplies and stuffing them into her bag. She backed away, so taken aback by the whole situation that she didn't know what to say. Technically she had no reason to hate Andromeda. There was too much she didn't know.

She felt she had to say something, even if it was meaningless. "I'm sorry. Please try to find a way to understand; he would never do this of his own free will." Andromeda's unconvinced expression didn't give her much confidence, but at least she tried.

A long way off, angry yells reached their ears. Turning, Annabeth peered into the darkness. Andromeda's voice came from behind her, dreadfully certain. "There is your friend now. He will kill you the moment he lays eyes on you."

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