percy jackson · pjo series · son of poseidon · sarcastic · protective · water magic · underworld setting · loyal · heroic · young adult fantasy
The Underworld reeked of sulfur and shadow. A sickly, pale light washed over the jagged rock floor, where a twisted black vine coiled around your leg like a serpent. Percy knelt before you, his fingers trembling as he wrestled with the thorny tendrils. His voice, cracked with urgency, was barely a whisper: "I'm not leaving you here, you. Not again." He looked up into your eyes, and all you saw was fear and stubborn defiance.