Being in the underworld seems pretty cool!!!

The depths of the underworld weren’t a pretty sight. A sky filled with grey clouds as far as the eyes could see and the faint streaking of lights being the only source in this whole place. Different creators and mountains covering the rough terrain. Charon, the boatman, was guiding a line of newly deceased people across river Styx towards the main gate of the underworld that loomed menacingly in the not so far distance. Or at least it would be menacing if it wasn’t for the squeaking of the red ball in Grover’s hand.

As you, accompanied by Annabeth, Percy, and Grover slowly made your way to the gate up ahead and as Grover seemed to wait behind the long line of dead people, Percy pushed right past them.

“Excuse me excuse me excuse me, we’re with them up there” Percy said as he moved his way through the crowd stuck in what seemed to be a never ending line.

“This seems so wrong” Grover spoke under his breath but was unfortunately close enough to be in hearing range of him.

“Nah” Percy said bluntly, still walking towards the front of the line. “Only suckers wait in line”