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 I sat up, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in my head. I looked at my arms, sure that they would be hideously scarred, but they seemed fine.A little pinker than usual, but not bad. I was wearing a white cotton T-shirt and cotton drawstring pants that weren’t mine. My feet were bare. In a moment of panic, I wondered what happened to Riptide, but I felt my pocket and there was my pen, right where it always reappeared. Not onlythat but the Stygian ice dog whistle was back in my pocket, too. Somehow it had followed me. And that didn’t exactly reassure me. With difficulty, I stood. The stone floor was freezing under my feet. I turned and found myself staring into a polished bronze mirror. “Holy Poseidon,” I muttered. I looked as if I’d lost twenty pounds I couldn’t afford to lose. My hair was a rat’s nest. It was singed at the edges like Hephaestus’s beard. If I saw that face on somebody walking down a highway intersection asking for money, I would’ve locked the car doors. I turned away from the mirror. The cave entrance was to my left. I headed toward the daylight. The cave opened onto a green meadow. On the left was a grove of cedar trees and on the right a huge flower garden. Four fountains gurgled in the meadow,each shooting water from the pipes of stone satyrs. Straight ahead, the grass sloped down to a rocky beach. The waves of a lake lapped against the stones. I could tell it was a lake because…well, I just could.Fresh water. Not salt. The sun sparkled on the water, and the sky was pure blue. It seemed like a paradise, which immediately made me nervous. You deal with mythological stuff for a fewyears, you learn that paradises are usually places where you get killed. The girl with the braided caramel hair, the one who’d called herself Calypso, was standing at the beach, talking to someone. I couldn’t see him very well in the shimmer from the sunlight off the water, but they appeared to be arguing. I tried to remember what I knew about Calypso from the old myths. I’d heard the name before, but…I couldn’t remember. Was she a monster? Did she trap heroes and kill them? But if she was evil, why was I still alive? I walked toward her slowly because my legs were still stiff. When the grass changed to gravel, I looked down to keep my balance, and when I looked up again, the girl was alone. She wore a white sleeveless Greek dress with a low circular neckline trimmed in gold. She brushed at her eyes like she’d been crying. “Well,” she said, trying for a smile, “the sleeper finally wakes.” “Who were you talking to?” My voice sounded like a frog that had spent time in a microwave. “Oh…just a messenger,” she said. “How do you feel?” “How long have I been out?” “Time,” Calypso mused. “Time is always difficult here. I honestly don’t know, Percy.” “You know my name?” “You talk in your sleep.” I blushed.“Yeah. I’ve been…uh, told that before.”
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html “Yes. Who is Annabeth?” “Oh, uh.A friend.We were together when—wait, how did I get here? Where am I?” Calypso reached up and ran her fingers through my mangled hair. I stepped back nervously. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ve just grown used to caring for you.as to how you got here, you fell from the sky. You landed in the water, just there.” She pointed across the beach. “I do not know how you survived. The water seemed to cushion your fall. As to where you are, you are inOgygia .” She pronounced it likeoh-jee-jee-ah . “Is that near Mount St. Helens?” I asked, because my geography is pretty terrible. Calypso laughed. It was a small restrained laugh, like she found me really funny but didn’t want to embarrass me. She was cute when she laughed. “It isn’t near anything, brave one,” she said. “Ogygiais my phantom island. It exists by itself, anywhere and nowhere. You can heal here in safety. Never fear.” “But my friends—” “Annabeth,” she said.“And Grover and Tyson?” “Yes!” I said. “I have to get back to them. They’re in danger. She touched my face, and I didn’t back away this time. “Rest first. You are no good to your friends until you heal.” As soon as she said it, I realized how tired I was. “You’re not…you’re not an evil sorceress, are you?” She smiled coyly. “Why would you think that?” “Well, I met Circe once, and she had a pretty nice island, too.Except she liked to turn men into guinea pigs.” Calypso gave me that laugh again. “I promise I will not turn you into a guinea pig.” “Or anything else?” “I am no evil sorceress,” Calypso said. “And I am not your enemy, brave one. Now rest. Your eyes are already closing.” She was right. My knees buckled, and I would’ve landed face-first in the gravel if Calypso hadn’t caught me. Her hair smelled like cinnamon. She was very strong, or maybe I was just really weak and thin. She walked me back to a cushioned bench by the fountain and helped me lie down. “Rest,” she ordered. And I fell asleep to the sound of the fountains and the smell of cinnamon and juniper. ***
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