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'Paul can you stir the pasta please?' Sally called from the other room. As I stirred the pasta I thought about my missing step son, Percy and his girlfriend Annabeth. They had been missing for a few months now, I think it's two months tomorrow that they've been in that hell-hole, literally, they fell into the pit called Tartarus in order to stop Gaea from destroying the world. Ever since Sally found out she's been a mess, crying at things that remind her of her missing son. Even though I've only known Percy for a while I thought of him as my own son.
No matter how hard I thought I was taking it, Sally was always ten times as bad. Although she tried to hide it, I could see that she was breaking. She was slowly losing her mind and was becoming a robot, metaphorically. In every action that she did there was almost no emotion. She was an empty shell of a woman who was once so full of life. It hurt so much to see her in so much pain.
Although I'm new to the concept of the Greek gods being real and living on Olympus which was on the 600th floor of the Empire State Building, I knew that Percy and Annabeth were in a place which none of the gods could save them from. They were in a place that if they survived, it would break them. I t would make them lose their minds.
Every night I prayed to all the gods that they would make it out alive. I prayed that if they did make it out alive that they would recover and that their most likely broken minds would heal from the trauma that they surely would have experienced in Tartarus.
After another uneventful dinner I got ready for bed. Just before I went to sleep I thought Poseidon, if you care for your son and I know you do, please do everything in your power to get them out of Tartarus, please do everything you can to see that Percy and Annabeth make it out alive and that they return to us because I'm not sure if Sally can take it anymore. The pain of losing Percy for so long is starting to drive her crazy. Please let them return to us, please. Soon the peacefulness of sleep took over me and before I knew it I was dreaming of the family finally being together again.
As I woke up I had the feeling that Poseidon had answered my prayers. I don't know how I knew that, I just knew. Getting out of bed I decided that I would let Sally sleep in because she hasn't gotten much sleep ever since Percy went missing. I checked the clock in the living room and it read 9:30 in the morning. Wow, I really need to start setting an alarm I thought. As I was putting the kettle on to make some coffee, there was a knock at the door. Wondering who would be knocking this early in the morning on a Saturday, I opened the door and got the biggest shock of my life. Standing in the hallway looking like two skeletons were…
Dun Dun Dun! Who is waiting at the door? What will Paul's reaction be? How will Sally be affected by these mystery people? All these questions will be answered in the next chapter! Peace out.