THE BATTLE OF THE LABYRINTH Percy Jackson ... - No one's invited.

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Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html “No, my boy,” Daedalus said sharply. “You are naïve. Such a thing is impossible.” “I don’t think so,”Perdix insisted. “With the use of a little magic—” “Magic?Bah!” “Yes, Uncle!Magic and mechanics together—with a little work, one could make a body that would look exactly human, only better. I’ve made some notes.” He handed the old man a thick scroll. Daedalus unfurled it. He read for a long time. His eyes narrowed. He glanced at the boy, then closed the scroll and cleared his throat. “It would never work, my boy. When you’re older, you’ll see.” “Can I fix that astrolabe, then, Uncle? Are your joints swelling up again?” The old man’s jaw clenched. “No. Thank you. Now why don’t you run along?” Perdixdidn’t seem to notice the old man’s anger. He snatched a bronze beetle from his mound of stuff and ran to the edge of the tower. A low sill ringed the rim, coming just up to the boy’s knees. The wind was strong. Move back, I wanted to tell him. But my voice didn’t work. Perdixwound up the beetle and tossed it into the sky. It spread its wings and hummed away.Perdix laughed with delight. “Smarter than me,” Daedalus mumbled, too soft for the boy to hear. “Is it true that your son died flying, Uncle? I heard you made him enormous wings, but they failed.” Daedalus’shands clenched. “Take my place,” he muttered. The wind whipped around the boy, tugging at his clothes, making his hair ripple. “I would like to fly,”Perdix said. “I’d make my own wings that wouldn’t fail. Do you think I could?” Maybe it was a dream within my dream, but suddenly I imagined the two-headed godJanus shimmering in the air next to Daedalus, smiling as he tossed a silver key from hand to hand.Choose , he whispered to the old inventor.Choose. Daedalus picked up another one of the boy’s metal bags. The inventor’s old eyes were red with anger. “Perdix,” he called. “Catch.” He tossed the bronze beetle toward the boy. Delighted,Perdix tried to catch it, but the throw was too long. The beetle sailed into the sky, andPerdix reached a little too far. The wind caught him. Somehow he managed to grab the rim of the tower with his fingers as he fell. “Uncle!” he screamed. “Help me!”
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html The old man’s face was a mask. He did not move from his spot. “Go on,Perdix ,” Daedalus said softly. “May your own wings. Be quick about it.” “Uncle!” the boy cried as he lost his grip. He tumbled toward the sea. There was a moment of deadly silence. The godJanus flickered and disappeared. Then thunder shook the sky. A woman’s stern voice spoke from above:You will pay the price for that, Daedalus. I’d heard that voice before. It was Annabeth’s mother: Athena. Daedalus scowled up at the heavens. “I have always honored you, Mother. I have sacrificed everything to follow your way.” Yet the boy had my blessing as well. And you have killed him. For that, you must pay. ‘I have paid and paid!” Daedalus growled. “I’ve lost everything. I’ll suffer in the Underworld, no doubt. But in the meantime…” He picked up the boy’s scroll, studied it for a moment, and slipped it into his sleeve. You do not understand,Athena said coldly.You will pay now and forever. Suddenly Daedalus collapsed in agony. I felt what he felt. A searing pain closed around my neck like a molten-hot collar—cutting off my breath, making everything go black. I woke in the dark, my hands clutching my throat. *** “Percy?” Grover called from the other sofa. “Are you okay?” I steadied my breathing. I wasn’t sure how to answer. I’d just watched the guy we were looking for, Daedalus, murder his own nephew. How could I be okay? The television was going. Blue light flickered through the room. “What—what time is it?” I croaked. “Two in the morning,” Grover said. “I couldn’t sleep. I was watching the Nature Channel.” He sniffled. “I miss Juniper.” I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. “Yeah, well…you’ll see her again soon.” Grover shook his head sadly. “Do you know what day it is, Percy? I just saw it on TV. It’s June thirteenth.Seven days since we left camp.” “What?” I said. “That can’t be right.” “Time is faster in the Labyrinth,” Grover reminded me. “The first time you and Annabeth went down there, you thought you were only gone a few minutes, right? But it was an hour.”
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