Percy should have been happy. The war was over and he could be with Annabeth. That was great of course, it's just after Tartarus nothing felt right. He couldn't wait to go home and see his mom, she would hug him and insist to make his favorite blue cookies. Of course their would be no argument from his side.
        But he still couldn't shake the feeling of dread. Tartarus still haunted him and he had a feeling it always would. He had nightmares every night so did Annabeth, if someone talked about hell or any variation of it they always shivered, and not to mention the flashbacks that would come every Thursday (The day they fell in the pit).
        Percy was thinking all of this while casually sitting next to Zeus' fist. Annabeth and Grover were getting into an argument about whether or not it's okay to cut down trees for new buildings.
       He looked at his girlfriend and was amazed at his luck how could he be so be so lucky? He wondered how after everything that they've been through, all the terrible things she had seen him do, they were still together.

Percy P.O.V.
        The argument ended with no winner, although, Annabeth was claiming it was obvious she was right. She came to sit next to me. "Hey" she told me looking down "It's Thursday" I felt a frown appear on my face.
"As long as we're together"
I told her, she looked sullen "Of course Percy always".
    We shared a moment of silence that with most people may have been awkward, but we knew what the other was thinking about. "We should get to the cabin" I told her "It's around time".
      She didn't ask what I meant it was obvious. I pulled her up taking her hand and walking to the Poseidon cabin with her. Wishing I didn't have to feel the pain that was soon to come.

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