Percy Jackson and the Adventures of A Sister

12. Tartarus

Percy had told his friends about the events that had transpired on Olympus yesterday. They were surprised, but happy for him. Percy strolled around on the streets of Olympus. The attack had shaken everyone. He sighed. The whole thing was getting more and more hectic. The Olympians were secretive. They hid a lot of information from the other gods. What it was, he would rather not tell.

He got rid of those dark thoughts and decided to go and meet the residents of Aiga. He could not ignore his duties as the king of the Pacific. He teleported to the city. He appeared in the heart of the city. He walked to the palace thinking about a certain person. Zoë Nightshade. Since yesterday he seemed to be unable to get her out of his head. At first this stuff was mild. Now he was stuck in a predicament. Zoë was a former hunter. There was no way she liked him. He shook his head to get rid of these thoughts.

He finally reached the palace. He walked in. He navigated the complicated maze of corridors and reached the throne room. After discussing the monster activity with the council, he left the city and swam around the wild sea. He was so lost in thought that he did not notice a hooded figure sneak up on him. The figure creeped close to Percy. Just as he got close enough, he tossed a golden net at Percy, and immediately fired a tranquilizer arrow at him. Percy hit the ground. The figure walked to Percy, lifted him up and vanished.

The two reappeared in a cell. The hooded figure chained Percy to the wall and took his hood off to reveal the face of Hyperion the titan. After a few minutes Percy got up. His eyes darted around. Hyperion grinned in a sadistic manner. "Well well well. If it isn't the famous Perseus Jackson." He said. Percy glared at him. "Where have you taken me?" He said. "Welcome back to Tartarus. Don't rely on your godhood to help you. As long as you are down here you will lose all powers but those you got from your parents." He said. Percy's eyes widened in horror.

The titan walked forward. He pushed his index finger to Percy's forehead. Percy immediately screamed. The titan had made him relive all of the worst times of his life. For the next few days, Percy was kept as a prisoner. He was forced to train heavily. The titans hoped to make him change sides, but that did not happen. A month later he managed to break out of the place he was captured in.

He fled the prison and took refuge in a cave. The next few days were hell. His captors had placed a spell on him that made sure that he could not access his powers of shape shifting, which gods kept while they were in Tartarus. So to sum it up, he was stuck. He explored Tartarus as he had nothing to do. Annoyingly enough the place kept changing.

At first Percy was tempted to abandon the task of mapping the pit - which would not be good since he would be in unfamiliar ground - but he soon began noticing a pattern in the changes. Listening to the residents, he found that the time in Tartarus moved faster than on the surface, so a day on the surface would be a year in Tartarus. He found one thing. Tartarus was a hellhole for the weak and a training ground for the strong. Just yesterday he had finished mapping the first and most hospitable layer, well at least he thought so. While he was a strong person, Tartarus was still a place where it was very hard to survive. The air was suffocating, and just as Percy got to the point where he was able to handle it, the air started feeling even more suffocating. He decided to descend to the next layer. He now wore clothes made of hellhound hide since his old ones were destroyed. He had to avoid the monsters since they were in large numbers. On the surface Percy could have been able to deal with these groups, but down here he was unable to deal with them. Soon he was able to deal with the small group but not the big ones (Which were more abundant).

Percy sat in a cave thinking about the time he was stuck in the place. He got up from the mouth of the cave and decided to go to bed. His 'bed' was a smooth patch of the floor covered with a pelt. The next morning Percy woke up and yawned. He quickly gathered his possessions, which happened to be a bunch of weapons.

He had managed to find a little Stygian iron on one of his trips. While he lost the powers he got from the blessing of Hades and Zeus, he still had their blessing, which meant he was immune to lightning and could touch Stygian iron. He had the powers of Poseidon and Hestia, so food was not a problem. He summoned a large amount of food and sucked it dry with his powers to get drinkable water. He had sown a hellhound pelt into assassin's robes.

He prepared himself to descend to the lower layer of the pit. Most people would think he was insane to go into the less hospitable parts of Greek hell but hey, he was a little crazy. He put the weapons into their sheaths which were made of hellhound hide. A lot of the things he had were made of the thing. He stepped out of his cave. The entrance to the second layer was far away. He could not fire travel or mist travel as they would give away his exact location, and in his weakened state he would be really tired after teleporting which would be bad.

He never stayed in one place for more than a day. He knew it would take days for him to reach the entrance. A thought struck him. He knew how to forge weapons but he still was unable to forge other mechanisms. He decided to experiment a bit. He traveled for what seemed like about 15 hours. He found a cave and decided to make a trap. He made a cavity in the roof of the cave. The cave was at the bottom of a mountain. Percy grabbed the Stygian iron he was carrying in the pack he made. It took him a few tries, but he finally managed to build the trap.

Percy thought and made his decision. The mountain he was in was the eighth largest mountain in the first layer. This was a place he could remember easily. He could use the cave as a safe house. He decided to keep a few weapons and essentials. He pulled out the pelt of a hellhound he had dispatched recently. He made a water pack with it. He summoned some water and filled the packs. He then forged two pairs of swords, a pair of hunting knives, and 10 throwing knives, a bow and a quiver full of arrows. He then went to sleep thinking about what he would do next.