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

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She walked toward us. Mrs. O’Leary growled, but I patted her on the head and calmed her down.
“Stupid hellhound,” Clarisse said. “Not going to keep me from practicing.”
“I heard about Chris,” I said. “I’m sorry.”
Clarisse paced a circle around the arena. When she came to the nearest dummy, she attacked viciously,
chopping its head off with a single blow and driving her sword through its guts. She pulled the sword out
and kept walking.
“Yeah, well. Sometimes things go wrong.” Her voice was shaky. “Heroes get hurt. They…they die, and
the monsters just keep coming back.”
She picked up a javelin and threw it across the arena. It nailed a dummy straight between the eyeholes
of its helmet.
She had called Chris a hero, like he had never gone over to the Titan’s side. It reminded me of the way
Annabeth sometimes talked about Luke. I decided not to bring that up.
“Chris was brave,” I said. “I hope he gets better.”
She glared at me as if I were her next target. Mrs. O’Leary growled.
“Do me a favor,” Clarisse told me.
“Yeah, sure.”
“If you find Daedalus, don’t trust him. Don’t ask him for help. Just kill him.”
“Clarisse—”
“Because anybody who can make something like the Labyrinth, Percy?That person is evil.Plain evil.”
For a second she reminded me of Eurytion the cowherd, her much older half brother. She had the same
hard look in her eyes, as if she’d been used for the past two thousand years and was getting tired of it.
She sheathed her sword. “Practice time is over. From now on, it’s for real.”
That night I slept in my own bunk, and for the first time since Calypso’s Island, dreams found me.
***
I was in a king’s courtroom—a big white chamber with marble columns and a wooden throne. Sitting on
it was a plump guy with curly red hair and a crown of laurels.At his side stood three girls who looked like
his daughters. They all had his red hair and were dressed in blue robes.
The doors creaked open and a herald announced, “Minos, King of Crete!”
I tensed, but the man on the throne just smiled at his daughters. “I can’t wait to see the expression on his
face.”