Percy Jackson: Son of Tartarus

Son of Tartarus: Part 6

Son of Tartarus-Chapter 6

Disclaimer: NOTHING belongs to me. PJ belongs to Rick Riordan.

A/N: I want the next few chapters to focus mainly around Percy and his experiences in Tartarus but I will be showing a bit of Annabeth/Luke. I'm not entirely sure how their relationship will play out and if Luke will be a traitor or not.

'This is me thinking'

"This is me talking"

Previously

Percy's eyes were wide as he tumbled over the edge. He knew what was happening and he was powerless to stop it.

Now

Percy

Percy was falling. Again. This was like the second time in two days. He remembered toppling over the edge of the pit. He remembered the look of horror on Annabeth's face. That was the last thing he remembered before passing out.

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Percy awoke to find a girl staring at him. Not just any girl, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. As his brain started to wake up he briefly wondered if he was on Olympus because the girl before him looked like a goddess. Then his brain recalled the events which had happened before he passed out and he realised that he was in Tartarus.

"You're awake!" The girl exclaimed.

Percy looked around and found himself in a well-furnished hut. It was small but cozy. He assumed that the girl lived here, "Where am I?" Percy found himself asking, "Who are you?"

"You're in Tartarus. I was out walking when you fell from the 'sky'" There was no sky in Tartarus, it was, after all, a pit in the ground, "My name is Calypso. Who are you and how did you get here?"

"My name is Percy Jackson. I was on a quest to retrieve Zeus' master bolt with my friends Luke and Annabeth. We were in the Underworld to try see if Hades' had any valuable information because he'd had something stolen to. I fell into the pit then passed out" Percy recited.

Calypso stared at him, "You're a demigod then?"

"Yes"

"That's strange... Who's your godly parent?" Calypso asked.

"I don't know," Percy shrugged, "And what's strange?"

"That you're not dead yet"

"Well that's reassuring," Percy arched his eyebrows, "Should I be dead?"

"Well, yes. The fall should have killed you but you survived. Admittedly, you were in rough shape when I found you and I doubt you would have survived on your own" Calypso paused and leaned towards him, "You seem to be breathing fine" She commented, "One would have thought that the air down here would've killed you" Her eyes widened, "You aren't having difficulty breathing, are you?"

"No," Percy frowned, "I'm perfectly fine"

Calypso stared at him for a long moment, "Either your delusional and on the brink of death, which is entirely possible except for the fact that you seem fine, or..." She trailed of and stared at him even harder, "No, that's not possible" She muttered to herself, "He hasn't..."

"Okay, now you're starting to freak me out, what's going on?" Percy shifted nervously.

"I don't know" Calypso bit her lower lip, "I just need to speak to someone quickly"

Percy knew that she was keeping something from him. She had saved his life and he was grateful for that but he didn't know if he could fully trust her, he was in Tartarus. Calypso moved towards the door and made to open it but before she could it creaked open slightly. Percy pulled out Riptide, which, to his immense relief, was still in his pocket, and flicked of the cap. The pen elongated into a bronze sword and Percy clutched it readily as a giant of a figure stepped through the doorframe.