A/N Hi guys! So I have no idea what italic person would say to this. Actually, let's call them unknown. Mkay? Mkay. Uh, I'm really bored and tired of stories, so if you have any recommendations..  Uh, for the sake of the plot, not only children of Ares can kill a drakon. OMG THIS CHAPTER IS SO F-ING CLICHE (and late).

----------------Percy POV-------------------

I was breathing hard as I awoke from my nightmare.  What the Hades was that? Nyx? Seriously? Maybe it's my mind playing some sort of sick trick on me, I thought, my face etched in confusion.

As I breathed in the sickly air of Tartarus, I became painfully aware of my surroundings. Before I could think back to the events of the day before, a loud roar tore me from the thoughts plagiarizing my mind.

I let out a groan. Why me? My body already hurts. Sure, the fire-water healed me, but that didn't mean every part of my body didn't ache. Stretching out my muscles, I realized what the roar was. How could I have been so oblivious? A drakon.

I guess it sensed someone was home. Whoops. Grabbing riptide and uncapping her, I ran outside to find a large drakon coming towards the hut. I cough, gripping riptide, and charge.

I slash and stab, noting any weak spots I see. I fought one last time I was in Tartarus, and had some experience with one in the Titan War. How did Clarisse kill it again? Oh, yeah. She was filled with pure rage. Pure.. revenge. 

I charge at the drakon one last time, names and faces clouding my mind. This is for Silena. For Beckendorf. For Bianca. For Zoe. For Ethan. For Leo. For everyone I have ever loved and cared about. But, most importantly, for Annabeth.

The next thing I knew I was standing in front of a small pile of dust and a drakon corpse. I could not recall how it happened. Truthfully, I could not remember what I was doing. I looked at the ground, speechless. 

What had I been doing again? Oh, right. I was going to . . . . Ah, I couldn't remember. 

I was suddenly overcome with a wave of drowsiness. I looked down at the golden dust strayed across the land beneath my feet, took a deep breath of the poisonous air, and went back inside to sit down, dragging the carcass to set outside the hut. 

As I laid the drakon down, stepping inside, I suddenly remembered the last nights dream. Nyx.

I shook my head. No, no, Percy, don't think about that. 

I rid myself of the thought, setting myself down of the couch, and closed my eyes. Only for a moment, I had decided.

But, alas, nothing ever lasts for a moment, does it? 

It was the endless red room again. The lady in the carcass cloak again.

"Nyx," I greeted.

"Percy, how've you been?" She asked, a touch of worry in her voice.

"Good, I guess? Other than the fact I'm in Hell and most of my friends hate me," I answered honestly. "But why do you want to talk to me?"

"Ah, I'd like to be your patron, of course!" I hadn't been sure I'd heard her correctly. Patron? Really?

"Patron?" I had asked, confusion lacing my tone.

"Yes, I'd give you my blessing, help you train it, you get the gist." I couldn't believe she'd just said that. She was talking with what my girlfriend liked to call "toilet grammar." It makes you seem like you're trying to hard and you know your reader already knows the gist of a statement. It was... complicated, to say the least. 

"I apologize, my lady, I'm not sure of what I should say."

"Yes. You should say yes. My stupid sister had it all wrong! Heroes aren't meant to be destroyed, they're meant to be trained! So they can become strong! And more useful!" Nyx sounded excited about this. I took the liberty of ignoring her last statement. 

"Yes," I said confidently. "I have nothing else to lose."

A black light suddenly  blanketed me, and in a moment all I saw was a bright light.

Was it black?

Was it white?

I couldn't tell you.

It was bright, though. 

I woke up with a jolt of power, suddenly feeling stronger. (A/N 'Night. I'm too tired for this shit)

Well, I had been feeling surges of energy since my. . . banishment, so it wasn't that surprising at first. But, this was stronger. Darker, in some ways. Faster, too. Only then I realized what had happened in the past few days in which I've been in the Pit- it was easier than last time. 

I tried to think back on what Zeus had said before sending me down here. Something about immortality blinked at the edge of my mind. Maybe it had to do with the glowing orbs. Maybe that's why I had felt stronger. 

What else did I feel? Well, I also felt hunger.

If only I had the power to make food pop up out from nowhere! It would make that churning storm in my stomach calm down. I ignore the nagging thought in my brain trying to remind me of my dream, and glare at the table.

I just . . . want some chicken nuggets! Is . . . is that a crime?

A chicken nugget appears on the counter that I'd been glaring at for 10 minutes. What the Hades? 

I stare at it for a minute, unsure of what I should do. I reach out for it, attempting to convince myself it's real, and pick it up.

Oh, my gods, it's real! I didn't stop to think about it, and shoved it gently into my mouth. My mouth which hadn't touched food in 3 days. 

So, let me re-asses my day. I had woken up to the cries of an angry drakon, killed the drakon, had a weird dream and got a patron, and then I summoned a chicken nugget. And that, kids, concludes today's antics in The Average Life of Percy Jackson.

Word count: 1064 words

Note: I'm alive! Lol sorry I haven't updated this story, but remind me to put IMing in there somewhere, kay? I found a really good author, Pey119, and you should totally check them out!!