they tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest.
[ jason grace x original character ]
[ book three in the daughter of artemis series ]
[ the house of hades ]
STATUS: COMPLETED
[ STARTED: july 13th, 2019 ]
[ FINISHED: october 5th, 2019 ]
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CHAPTER EIGHT [ A N N A B E T H ]
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ANNABETH DECIDED THE monsters wouldn't kill her. Neither would the poisonous atmosphere, nor the treacherous landscape with its pits, cliffs, and jagged rocks.
Nope. Most likely she would die from an overload of weirdness that would make her brain explode.
First, she and Percy had had to drink fire to stay alive. Then they were attacked by a gaggle of vampires, led by a cheerleader Annabeth had killed two years ago. Finally, they were rescued by a Titan janitor named Bob who had Einstein hair, silver eyes, and wicked broom skills.
Sure. Why not?
They followed Bob through the wasteland, tracing the route of the Phlegethon as they approached the storm front of darkness. Every so often they stopped to drink firewater, which kept them alive, but Annabeth wasn't happy about it. Her throat felt like she was constantly gargling with battery acid.
Her only comfort was Percy. Every so often he would glance over and smile, or squeeze her hand. He had to be just as scared and miserable as she was, and she loved him for trying to make her feel better.
"Bob knows what he's doing," Percy promised.
"You have interesting friends," Annabeth murmured.
"Bob is interesting!" The Titan turned and grinned. "Yes, thank you!"
The big guy had good ears. Annabeth would have to remember that.
"So, Bob . . ." She tried to sound casual and friendly, which wasn't easy with a throat scorched by firewater. "How did you get to Tartarus?"
"I jumped," he said, like it was obvious.
"You jumped into Tartarus," she said, "because Percy said your name?"
"He needed me." Those silver eyes gleamed in the darkness. "It is okay. I was tired of sweeping the palace. Come along! We are almost at a rest stop."
A rest stop.
Annabeth couldn't imagine what those words meant in Tartarus. She remembered all the times she, Luke, and Thalia had relied on highway rest stops when they were homeless Demigods, trying to survive.
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