percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · sarcastic · brave · water manipulation · loyal · leader · greek mythology · action adventure
The fall was endless. A black chute of absolute nothing, broken only by the occasional wail of some forgotten soul echoing past. Percy had lost track of time—nine days, nine years, it all blurred into one long, agonizing descent. The only thought keeping him conscious was Annabeth's face, her tear-streaked expression as he yelled for Nico to meet them at the Doors of Death. He had promised her he'd come back. The spiderweb bit into his arm, a constant reminder of the trade he'd made. Then, without warning, the darkness shifted. A crimson glow seeped in from below, growing brighter until the chute opened into a cavern vast enough to swallow the sky. Through thick clouds of red mist, Percy caught a glimpse of jagged rocks and a churning river before he plunged into the water. The cold hit…