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


2. The Fall

Many thoughts raced through Percy's mind as he plummeted into Tartarus. Part kept trying to focus on the fact that he was plummeting into Tartarus. Percy also thought of how dark it was, complete blackness that took his breath away. He wondered how this was possible, traveling straight down into a pit designed to contain the worlds worst horrors. How will we survive? Is it possible?

"Percy..." Annabeth whimpered. As he looked down, he realized that the web was probably still attached to her leg. Despite the fact that they were falling rapidly, the chord was still taught and pulling on Annabeth's leg. He thought quickly. I must cut that web!

"My sword. Annabeth, grab my sword!" Percy wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder as the wind whipped them back and fourth. She grabbed his pen from his pocket and uncapped it. Just like always, it grew into Percy's Celestial Bronze sword Riptide. It glowed warmly, and Percy was able to see Annabeth in the faint light. "I got you. I won't let go." He promised her. She smiled up at him, even though she must be in extreme pain. Suddenly she lurched downward, nearly coming out of Percy's grasp.  He gripped her wrist as she spiraled away from him. The air around them turned cold, but it seemed to burn with malice.

Annabeth still had Riptide clutched in her hand. Percy caught her eye as he took it from her. "I'll cut it, just try to stay still." He pulled on her wrist to get closer to her foot.

"Percy, do you feel that?" Annabeth asked. "The air... it seems... different. More violent." Percy felt it. It was as if Boreas was breathing down his neck and squeezing the breath out of him. But is there anything I can do about it? He didn't think so. It seemed to burn and tear at him, as if it was acid and he was simply a sheet of paper.

Percy spun in air as he tried to reach the web. "Yeah, I feel it. I think we're getting closer to... to the bottom." He got within range, and focused hard. I can't hit Annabeth. "Hold still. I can cut the silk," Percy told her. The only light was coming from Riptide, and even that seemed to be dampened. Percy swung the blade, cutting it off five inches from her ankle.

Annabeth sighed with relief. Percy was happy that she had one less thing to worry about, but there was much more for them to deal with at the moment. Annabeth gripped his shoulder and pulled him toward her. Percy embraced her, not knowing what else to do or say. He only knew that having her close was the most important thing in the world. She looked into his eyes, and he met her gaze. They were stormy gray, and shining with love and fear. I'll keep her safe.

"Whatever happens at the bottom, we stick together." Annabeth promised.

Percy smiled. Little did he know he wouldn't smile again for a very long time. "Always."


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