Percy's POV

The arai didn't get close enough to harm me. Which meant that it couldn't deliver the curse. Yet. But I wasn't about to complain and ask it to come closer. I am momentarily distracted by the grumbling in my stomach. The lack of food in this place was devastating. I make a mental note to discuss it with my oh so gracious host the next time I "see" her. (That was sarcastic.)

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a low hissing sound. I looked around for the source of the noise, when I realized that the arai was gone. For now. As for the hissing noise.... my guess would be that it was coming from the white smoke coming from the far corner of the big room, but hey, Ian known to be wrong simetimes.

The poisonous fog, or at least that was what I assumed it was, continued rolling towards me. I prayed to the gods that I was wrong about the fog being poisonous. I could almost hear Annabeth chuckling at my prayer and saying, " Of course your wrong. Your a Seaweed Brain. " The thought saddened me. Annabeth wasn't here. She didn't love me anymore. But she was safe and happy and that was, no is, all that mattered. As much as I hate to admit it Athena was right about me. My personal loyalty was going to be the death of me. Well that and the most likely poisonous fog that was quickly approaching me.

As the fog got closer I started gagging. The smell was horrid. It smelled like blood,swear, my dirty laundry, my trash bin, and a boys locker room. Multiplied by like 20. Maybe the fog wasn't poisonous. Maybe it's only job was to choke me to death via stench. Wow that would suck. I was really expecting to die a more heroic death. Or maybe just die in the middle of the night when I was like 80, after a nice long life with Annabeth.

The fog had finally reached me.

It was like liquified fire on my skin. It was agony. I felt blisters starting to form every where that the smell smoke touched. I felt like some one had just sliced up every inch of my skin and then dipped my into the River Styx. I swear I almost bit my tongue off trying to stifle my scream. I refused to scream. I wouldn't give Gaia that kind of satisfaction.

My last thought before I passed out was , " Why couldn't I've been wrong just this one time?"

I hope y'all enjoyed it. If you have any ideas or suggestions for the plot I'm open. Just put your ideas in the comments. Please voice any constructive criticism or questions about the plot. Please remember to check my other stories, The Crush and Attack on Our Lives. I'll try to update again sometime within the week. Because I've got the while week off for Thanksgiving break. See you next time my awesome readers.