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Title: As He Bears Arms At the Doors of Death

Pairings: Undecided

Summary: Percy hoisted Annabeth up and over his shoulders. The ledge was starting to crumble. "Annabeth," he strained, "Remember, I love you. Please... jump." He used all of his remaining strength to throw Annabeth up into the air. "Nico!" He shouted. Thankfully Nico understood. ' As Nico grabbed her hands, Percy sighed in relief. At least she's safe... were Percy's last thoughts as the darkness of Tartarus consumed him.

Chapter 1: Seven Half Bloods Shall Answer the Call

Percy

There was no time. Annabeth was, as much as Percy loved her, heavy. The floor was gone, and Riptide had yet to appear in his pocket. Even if he had wanted to reach for his trusty pen, there was no way he was going to let his Wise Girl fall. Vaguely, he heard Nico and Hazel calling for help. Maybe he had fnally cracked, or he was just going temporarily weepy because of the emotional strain he had been forced through, but he felt relief at the fact that maybe, they could be saved.

Another crack from the rocks. Not a moment too soon, he felt a familiar weight return to his pocket. "Annabeth, take Riptide from my pocket." Not bothering to reply, the blond reached up as far as she could. Percy helped out by lifting her up some. "Now, cut the webs from your legs." Her face winced from the pain. Percy felt a pang in his chest. A few moments, then... "Done!" Annabeth cried. Percy hoisted Annabeth up and over his shoulders. The ledge was starting to crumble. "Annabeth," he strained, "Remember, I love you. Please... jump." He used all of his remaining strength to throw Annabeth up into the air. "Nico!" He shouted. Thankfully Nico understood. ' As Nico grabbed her hands, Percy sighed in relief. At least she's safe... were Percy's last thoughts as the darkness of Tartarus consumed him.

Nico

Nico barely registered the pain in his arms, the weight of Annabeth, or Hazel, Frank, and Jason rushing to his side to aid in bringing Annabeth up and out of the pit. All he could see was the last image of Percy's smiling, exhausted, and defeated face as he fell limply into the Hell that he himself had just escaped from.

"Nico!" Shouted Hazel from somewhere to his right. He vaguely remembered being dragged away from the pit, just as Piper and Annabeth shouted "NO!" The pit collapsed in on itself. Percy, Percy... Percy. No, "PERCY!" The young Italian yelled at the top of his sore lungs. He scrambled back to the pit, just as the other four were. The began digging frantically, but... "It's too late," Hazel sobbed. There's nothing we can do." Nico wiped the tears he hadn't even noticed from his face. "No," he croaked.

"The other side. We have to meet him at the other side." "The other side of what?" Frank sniffed. The pale boy sighed. He didn't meet any of the others' eyes. "The Doors." He mumbled. "There are two sides of the Doors of Death. I'm sure Percy – " his voice cracked, "I'm sure P-Percy will meet us at the side in Tartarus." They all stared at him, waiting for him to reassure them. Well, he couldn't guarantee that, but... he would try. Nico twisted his silver skull ring. "Percy is the most powerful demigod I've ever met. No offense to you guys, but it's true. If anybody can survive, he will, especially if he knows Annabeth is safe. He's going to find a way through Tartarus." This seemed to cheer them up some, but Nico hid his face. How could he try and comfort others when he couldn't even be confident in his own words?

Percy

The Son of Poseidon crashed to the surface of the deepest place in existence. The irony wasn't lost on him. He tried to get up on his own legs, but he couldn't. Ha, his ankle. Of course, he had to break his ankle, just as Annabeth had. As if he needed anything else to remind him of his loss. She's safe, he kept telling himself. She's safe...

Only... he wasn't.

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