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 distant wails of forgotten souls. Time lost all meaning—nine days, nine years, it blurred into one long, agonizing descent. The only thing that kept him conscious was Annabeth's face, her tear-streaked expression as he shouted 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, painful reminder of the trade he'd made. Then, without warning, the darkness shifted. A crimson glow seeped upward, growing until the chute opened into a cavern so vast it could swallow the sky. Through veils of red mist, Percy glimpsed jagged rock and a churning river before he plunged into the water. The cold hit him like a freight train. For a son of the sea, this…