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

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I wish I could’ve put the mechanical spider on a leash. It scuttled along the tunnels so fast, most of time I
couldn’t even see it. If it hadn’t been for Tyson’s and Grover’s excellent hearing, we never would’ve
known which way it was going.
We ran down a marble tunnel, then dashed to the left and almost fell into an abyss. Tyson grabbed me
and hauled me back before I could fall. The tunnel continued in front of us, but there was no floor for
about a hundred feet, just gaping darkness and a series of iron rungs in the ceiling. The mechanical spider
was about halfway across, swinging from bar to bar by shooting out metal web fiber.
“Monkey bars,” Annabeth said. “I’m great at these.”
She leaped onto the first rung and started swinging her way across. She was scared of tiny spiders, but
not of plummeting to her death from a set of monkey bars. Go figure.
Annabeth got to the opposite side and ran after the spider. I followed. When I got across, I looked back
and saw Tyson giving Grover a piggyback ride (or was it agoatyback ride?).the big guy made it across in
three swings, which was a good thing since, just as he landed, the last iron bar ripped free under his
weight.
We kept moving and passed a skeleton crumpled in the tunnel. Itwork the remains of a dress shirt,
slacks, and a tie. The spider didn’t slow down. I slipped on a pile of wood scraps, but when I shined a
light on them I realized they were pencils—hundreds of them, all broken in half.
The tunnel opened up onto a large room. A blazing light hit us. Once my eyesadjusted, the first thing I
noticed were the skeletons. Dozens littered the floor around us. Some were old and bleached white.
Others were more recent and a lot grosser. They didn’t smell quite as bad asGeryon’s stables, but
almost.
Then I saw the monster. She stood on a glittery dais on the opposite side of the room. She had the body
of a huge lion and the head of a woman. She would’ve been pretty, but her hair was tied back in a tight
bun and she wore too much makeup, so she kind of reminded me of my third-grade choir teacher. She
had a blue ribbon badge pinned to her chest that took me a moment to read: THIS MONSTER HAS
BEEN RATED EXEMPLARY!
Tyson whimpered.“Sphinx.”
I knew exactly why he was scared. When he was small, Tyson had been attacked by a Sphinx’s paws
and disappeared.
Annabeth started forward, but the Sphinx roared, showing fangs in her otherwise human face. Bars
came down on both tunnel exits, behind us and in front.
Immediately the monster’s snarl turned into a brilliant smile.
“Welcome, lucky contestants!” she announced. “Get ready to play…ANSWER THAT RIDDLE!”
Canned applause blasted from the ceiling, as if there were invisible loudspeakers. Spotlights swept
across the room and reflected off the dais, throwing disco glitter over the skeletons on the floor.
“Fabulous prizes!” the Sphinx said. “Pass the test, and you get to advance!Fail, and I get to eat you!