Cliff jump

The sounds of scuffling got louder. If possible, the darkness became even deeper. Annabeth’s eyes dilated so much, they felt like they were being pulled out of their sockets.
She squeezed Percy’s hand. “Ready?”
“For what?” After a pause, he grunted unhappily. “Poseidon’s underpants, you can’t be serious.”
“Somebody give me light!” Nyx screamed. “Gah! I can’t believe I just said that!”
“Tt’s a trick!” Eris yelled. “The demigods are escaping!” “T’ve got them,” screamed an arai.
“No, that’s my neck!” Geras gagged.
“Jump!” Annabeth told Percy.
They leaped into the darkness, aiming for the doorway far, far below.

AFTER THEIR FALL INTO TARTARUS, jumping three hundred feet to the Mansion of Night should have felt quick.
Her feet hit solid floor. Pain shot up her legs, but she stumbled forward and broke into a run, hauling Percy after her.
Above them in the dark, Nyx and her children scuffled and yelled, “I’ve got them! My foot! Stop it!”
Annabeth kept running. She couldn’t see anyway, so she closed her eyes. She used her other senses—listening for the echo of open spaces, feeling for cross-breezes against her face, sniffing for any scent of danger—smoke, or poison, or the stench of demons.
It wasn’t the first time she’d plunged through darkness. She imagined she was back in the tunnels under Rome, searching out the Athena Parthenos. In retrospect, her journey to Arachne’s cavern seemed like a trip to Disneyland.
The squabbling sounds of Nyx’s children got farther away. That was good. Percy was still running at her side, holding her hand. Also good.



HoH ch.54-55