I couldn't see three feet in front of me. I could barely even see my own hands. I was falling for what seemed like an eternity, but I knew it hadn't been that long.

I tried to occupy myself as I fell, me being the ADHD kid that I am. It didn't really work, so here I am wondering how long it's been, and if Annabeth and Grover managed to retrieve the Master Bolt. I didn't want to hear, Oh, you died and World War III started because we couldn't retrieve the bolt, when I died down here.

You may be asking, Why are you assuming you'll die? Or, Why are you so negative?

I didn't really see how anybody could be positive while falling into Tartarus, but all I knew was that I had to get back.

I sighed to myself, it didn't seem as if I was any closer to the ground. I might be crazy for wanting to hit the ground, but when you're just falling with only your thoughts, you start to get bored.

I wanted to be able to see again, as childish as that might sound.

Not too long after I thought that, my surroundings gained a reddish tint to it as they lightened. I could see around me, and the ground below me was getting closer.

I panicked, knowing that I would most likely be flattened into a Percy-sized pancake when I hit the ground. However, all those Ancient Greek lessons with Annabeth (although I rarely paid attention) were starting to pay off. I knew that Tartarus was a place where people were tortured, not killed. With this, I assumed that I wouldn't die on impact, as much as the logical part of my mind wanted to believe that.

I pulled Riptide out of my pocket and uncapped it, looking for a way to slow my fall, but I found nothing. I was falling into an open area, and there was no water that I could use to stop my fall.

I could see the ground rapidly approaching.

A hundred feet.

Will I actually survive the fall?

Fifty feet.

And even if I do, then what comes next?

Twenty feet.

Wander through Greek Hell, hoping for an escape?

Ten feet.

Sounds like a miracle.

Five feet.

Everybody knows that demigods don't get good luck, much less miracles.

I slammed hard into the ground, and my vision went dark from the amount of pain.

***

When I woke up, I was still in the same spot - which was surprising, considering I was inside of the monsters' territory. I slowly sat up, my right arm screaming in protest. Pulling it towards myself, I used my left arm to push myself to my feet. I most likely sprained my ankle as well, but I was able to walk on it well enough.

I pulled out Riptide, which had reappeared in my pocket after the fall, and held it in my left hand, using my thumb to push off the cap. The bronze sword appeared in my hand and I held it with my good arm, taking a few experimental swings.

Of course, since it was my left arm, they were uncoordinated and sloppy. I kept my right arm against my chest and glanced around, not seeing anything that was worth noticing.

Fantastic, I thought sarcastically. I haven't even taken two steps into this place and my sword arm is probably already broken.

Off to a great start, right?

Guess who saw Mockingjay this evening! *points to self* It was amazing!

I went with Lainychris , Beckyrose2001 , and another friend who (as far as I know) doesn't have Wattpad.

We made so many crossover references, it was great. Love you three! (Not in that way) Definitely go check those two out, 'cause they're awesome.

Anyway, peace out!

- Skylar