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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7. Finding Knives

"Keep watch while I do this," Annabeth told Percy as she pulled the colorful string from her backpack. He tried to sit up, but pain shot up his side and chest. Annabeth sighed as she dribbled nectar into his mouth. "I've got nothing to wrap you up in. I don't think a tourniquet will work on your side, either." She was trying to stay calm for his sake, once again. Percy glanced down at his front, only to find that his shirt was chopped up and soaked red. It's not much use now. Riptide glowed from where he dropped it earlier. Then it hit him. I can use my shirt. With his left hand, he dragged his sword towards him and began cutting at the fabric.

"I can't believe I didn't think of that!" Annabeth marveled. She took the blade from his hand and carefully began slicing his shirt to shreds. As he watched closely, he felt his head begin to swim and his vision grow darker. "Just don't fall asleep, Percy. We can't stay here." He went limp as she gently pulled his shirt from under him. She began tying the strips around his various wounds, one around his shoulder, one across his chest, and quite a few around his right side. Each one she pulled tight hurt at first, but soon became numb. She was moving to dress his cheek when they heard a crunch of gravel off to his left. He shot to a sitting position, instantly wincing, as Annabeth scooped her bag and shirt strips up and threw them over her shoulder. "I'll get your chin later. We have to go." She then capped his sword, making all light disappear and engulfing them in blackness. Pulling Percy to his feet, she began guiding him in the opposite direction of the noise.

Still woozy, Percy did his best to keep up with Annabeth. Not being able to see was really disorienting, and both of them stumbled over each other. After a while, Annabeth began to slow their pace till they were walking slowly. "You doing okay?" She asked. "I'm going to take out your sword, alright?" Uncapping it, it glowed to life and illuminated both of their faces. She looked like a ghost that had been thrown off a cliff, with scratches and scrapes on her pale chin and arms. He could only imagine how horrid he must look. "Oh, geez, Percy. We need to clean you up." She got into her backpack to grab some of his shirt.

He looked around, and was attracted by a slight shimmer breaking into the black surrounding them. He turned and walked toward it, like a moth to flame. Annabeth looked up, confused, "What are you doing? Percy, stop!" She gripped his arm to hold him back.

"Look over there," He whispered, pointing. She gasped, then began to look excited.

"Percy, is that my knife?" She was bursting with anticipation. The strips of shirt she brought out of the pack she shoved back in. "Let's go get it!" She was almost skipping she ran off.

Percy took off after her, still having some trouble with his basic motar skills. "Wait up," he called ahead. They still didn't know if there were monsters nearby, and based on past events, there were. Annabeth seemed to be ignoring him, to busy sprinting for her dagger. Now that he thought about it, that blade did mean a lot to her. Trying to catch up, he could see his sword glowing as Annabeth ran with it. At least I won't lose her. She stopped to stoop down, allowing him time to struggle to her side. Her dagger was hugged tight to her chest. "That's it?" He checked.

"Yep. What are the odds?" She laughed happily as she said it, a thing Percy never thought he'd hear in this dark place. But as soon as their spirits began to lift, they were crushed with just one sentence.

"The odds aren't as good as you might think, my dear."

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