Chapter 1: Descent into Darkness
“I’ll stay because I’m the protector. After all, you guys are the demigods who can actually get on top of Mount Olympus to give Zeus’ lightning bolt back before the gods start fighting,” Grover explained as he slid the glossy pearls into Annabeth’s hands.
Annabeth replied, “No, I’ll stay here. Grover, you need to protect Percy as you both go to Mount Olympus. You don’t know what else could be waiting for both of you outside of this place.”
The two of them went back and forth arguing about who will stay in the Underworld when Percy exclaimed, “Enough! I’m staying here. Get my mom back safely and take the bolt to Zeus. The monsters won’t bother you two anymore because I won’t be with you. The gods only want me! That’s why all of those monsters were following us this whole time, because they think I stole the lightning bolt when it was really Luke. You both can get to Olympus faster than if you are having to fight off monsters with me there.” Annabeth and Grover reluctantly agreed with Percy on his theory and decided to go without him.
“We’ll come back for you. We promise,” Annabeth assured Percy with a wave. The other three stepped on the pearls, and they gradually evaporated into the air as fluidly as steam rising from boiling water. As they were transported out of the dangerous Underworld, Percy watched in astonishment as his friends floated through the mansion’s tall ceiling.
Percy had no idea how long it could take them to come back. Days, weeks maybe? He decided that he should look around the castle. It was the kind of place that gives chills that run down spines. Percy felt the need to watch his back, and he was constantly looking over his shoulder. There was no one around. There was no one to stop him from escaping. “There!”, Percy excitedly whispered to himself as he found an exit. Walking around creepy places was kind of a hobby for him, and not many people go to the Underworld and get to go back to the mortal world, if any. Percy knew he had to take this as an advantage. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity for him. He slipped out of Hades’ castle like a stealthy thief and saw the Phlegethon River of Fire. Percy couldn’t seem remember from mythology class what the river led to exactly. Maybe the Fields of Punishment? “Doesn’t matter,” he thought. “I don’t have anything else to do.”
He started his trek to find a way out by following the riverside. He was cautious about touching the waves of fire that would occasionally pour out of the bank. When he noticed that it was becoming much darker as he kept walking, he began to think he should turn around. He couldn’t. He felt as if he were being gravitationally pulled deeper into the darkness. Entirely against his will, he kept going. Further. Deeper. Darker. Dragging his feet on the dusty from to try to stop himself. Percy began to struggle against the seemingly invisible force and tried to run away quickly, but as he turned he was thrown to the ground.
The dark energy dragged Percy farther down towards the unknown darkness. He became much closer to the unknown darkness. He became enveloped in the unknown darkness. His favorite sneaker slipped off of his foot and tumbled to the edge of the river. The dragging was being done by what felt to Percy like a cold hand. Suddenly, Percy flashed back to mythology class: “The Phlegethon River carries dark souls that are fed to the Titans that are imprisoned in…”
Percy felt the ground starting to split underneath him. His heart and stomach dropped to his feet. Warm, sulfuric air blasted swiftly into his face, making it difficult to breathe. When Percy realized where he was, he knew that no one would ever be able to save him. He tumbled into the prison of the most evil Titans that ever lived. He slowly tumbled deep into the Pit of Tartarus...
To Be Continued