Elves, Wizards and Demigods Unite: A HP, PJO and KotLC crossover

Chapter 6

Before we start, I just wanted to say thank you for 92 reads! I'm so happy that my story is getting read, because this is so fun and I'm happy I get a chance to share my fanfics!

Now, on with the story, told in the pov of our favourite empath.

Keefe

"Tartarus?" Keefe asked, "What's Tartarus?"

Sophie gasped, "You don't mean like... the underworld Tartarus? From Greek mythology? Wait, of course you do. You're demigods."

Keefe smirked, "Of course, Mysterious Miss F knows all about this."

Sophie gritted her teeth, "This isn't a joke, Keefe. If Tartarus is anything like I learnt in school... this isn't good."

Percy swallowed, "You're right. It's not."

Annabeth looked ready to burst into tears, which made Keefe feel a bit bad. Just a little. Nothing would ever make him feel fully bad about teasing Sophie.

Percy leaned down and whispered something in Annabeth's ear. She immediately shook her head.

"I've said it before and I'll say it again. I'm coming," she insisted.

Percy sighed, "I swear, you're so stubborn sometimes."

"Are you staying behind?"

"Well, no, but-"

"Exactly."

Biana cleared her throat, "Sorry to interrupt, but what exactly is Tartarus?"

"Basically, it's this huge underground world where all monsters go when they die. You have to drink fire to survive, and there is this huge river of misery called Cocytus," Percy explained.

Dex gulped, "Gee, that sounds joyful."

"Oh, and in addition to that, the entire world is a giant titan thing that wants to destroy you."

"So how are we meant to get there?" Fitz asked, "If it is an underworld, doesn't that mean we... have to die?"

"Not exactly," Annabeth explained, "There is an entranceway. We've been their before when... you know what, long story. Anyway, we can get there."

"And I've got a better question," Keefe announced, "How are we meant to survive?"

"That, I can't answer," Percy admitted, "I guess the same way we survived last time. A bit of skill, a bit of help, and a lot of luck."

"Sounds promising," Keefe said, "A most likely fatal adventure where a lot of it comes down to chance because the bad guys are so much stronger and more prepared than you are. Sounds familiar."

Sophie began to pace in circles, leaving her footprints in the dirt. Up and down, up and down, until Keefe got dizzy just watching her.

"You know," he said, "I'm starting to hate Greek mythology."

"I feel you bro," Percy said, "I mean, sometimes it's great, but sometimes... sometimes it sucks."

"Okay, listen," Annabeth said suddenly, "If we are going to do this, you are all going to have to be 100% on board and serious. Do you understand? Serious. No mucking around, or you'll be dead."

She glared directly at Keefe, who held up his hands.

"You got it," he agreed, "No messing around."

Percy attached Blackjack to the carriage.

"You ready, Blackjack?" he said.

Blackjack whinnied, as if to say 'of course I'm ready.'

"Great," Percy said, looking pale, "Because this is going to be one long ride."

If Keefe had told his past self that he would get air sick while riding on a pegasus towards a place of certain death, he know his past self would have laughed. Not because of the pegasus and the certain death. That was normal. But because he, the great Keefe Sencen, was getting taken down by air sickness. Air sickness. I mean, he got sea sick, but who doesn't? However, air sickness? How was he meant to look cool in the air, with his hair blowing in the breeze, if he was going to vomit?

"You okay?" Sophie yelled over the roaring wind.

"Yeah!" Keefe lied, "Why wouldn't I be?"

That would have been a lot more convincing if at that exact moment he hadn't thrown up over the side of the chariot. Keefe felt extremely sorry for the unfortunate person who was standing below.

"Shut your eyes," Sophie instructed, "It should help."

"Are you sure?" Keefe asked.

Blackjack was speeding by at thousands of miles per hour, and Keefe was seriously reconsidering his life decisions.

"Yes," Sophie insisted, "Now do it."

Keefe reluctantly shut his eyes. He had to admit, it did help a little, but he still felt sick as they flew through the air at an unnatural speed. He'd never been more grateful when the pegasus pulled to a sudden stop, even though he did it his head hard on the back seat. Small price to pay for being able to open your eyes without throwing up. 

Sophie held out her hand to help him up, and he took it. Not that he needed it. Well, maybe just a little. But it was nice to hold Foster's hand.

Keefe got out of the chariot and nearly walked directly into a bottomless pit. He would have fallen straight down if Sophie hadn't yanked him back.

"Careful!" Annabeth screeched.

She was deathly pale. Percy grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

"You don't have to do this," he said for the millionth time.

Annabeth gave him a murderous glance, and he shut up.

"So this is the entry to Tartarus?" Biana asked nervously.

"Yes," Annabeth whispered, "Unfortunately, it is."

"So," Dex said, "We have to jump in there?"

"Basically."

Fitz gulped, "Great."

"Oh, Fitzy, you aren't scared, are you?" Keefe teased.

Because that's what he did. Hid behind jokes and humour so he didn't show how terrified he really was.

Fitz rolled his eyes, "No. Not scared. Are you?"

"Never," Keefe lied, "I am Lord Hunkyhair."

Annabeth rolled her eyes, and Keefe realised he was doing everything she told him not to do. Which didn't surprise him. He was never very good at following instructions. 

"So, do we do it?" Hermione asked peering over the edge.

"Well, are you guys ready?" Harry said.

"No," Percy admitted.

Then they jumped.