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 “Perhaps,” Daedalus said. Then he brought a scroll from his traveling bag—the same scroll I’d seen in my last dream, with his nephews notes.“Or perhaps not.” He pattedAelia’s shoulder,then blessed her and her sisters. He looked down once more at the coppery threads glinting in the bottom of the bath. “Find me if you dare, king of the ghosts.” He turned toward the mosaic wall and touched a tile. A glowing mark appeared—a Greek ?—and the wall slid aside. The princesses gasped. “You never told us of secret passages!”Aelia said. “You have been busy.” “TheLabyrinth has been busy,” Daedalus corrected. “Do not try to follow me, my dears, if you value your sanity.” My dream shifted. I was underground in a stone chamber. Luke and another half-blood warrior were studying a map by flashlight. Luke cursed. “It should’ve been the last turn.” He crumpled up the map and tossed it aside. “Sir!” his companion protested. *** “Maps are useless here,” Luke said. “Don’t worry. I’ll find it.” “Sir, is it true that the larger the group—” “The more likely you get lost? Yes, that’s true. Why do you think we sent out solo explorers to begin with? But don’t worry. As soon we have the thread, we can lead the vanguard through.” “But how will weget the thread?” Luke stood, flexing his fingers. “Oh, Quintus will come through. All we have to do is reach the arena, and it’s at the juncture.Impossible to get anywhere without passing it. That’s why we must have a truce with its master. We just have to stay alive until—” “Sir!” a new voice came from the corridor. Another guy in Greek armor ran forward, carrying a torch. “Thedracaenae found a half-blood!” Luke scowled. “Alone? Wandering the maze?” “Yes, sir!You’d better comequick . They’re in the next chamber. They’ve got him cornered.” “Who is it?” “<strong>No</strong> one I’ve ever seen before, sir.” Luke nodded.“A blessing from Kronos. We may be able to use this half-blood. Come!” They ran down the corridor, and I woke with a start, staring into the dark.A lone half-blood,
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html wandering in the maze. It was a long time before I got to sleep again. *** The next morning I made sure Mrs. O’Leary had enough dog biscuits. I askedBeckendorf to keep an eye on her, which he didn’t seem too happy about. Then I hiked over Half-Blood Hill and met Annabeth and Argus on the road. Annabeth and I didn’t talk much in the van. Argus never spoke, probably because he had eyes all over his body, including—so I’d heard—at the tip of his tongue, and he didn’t like to show that off. Annabeth looked queasy, as if she’d slept even worse than me. “Bad dreams?I asked at last. She shook her head.“An Iris-message from Eurytion.” “Eurytion!Is something wrong with Nico?” “He left the ranch last night, heading back into the maze.” “Nico was gone before he woke up.Orthus tracked his scent as far as the cattle guard. Eurytion said he’d been hearing Nico talk to himself the last few nights. Only now he thinks Nico was talking with the ghost again, Minos.” “He’s in danger,” I said. “<strong>No</strong> kidding. Minos is one of the judges of the dead, but he’s got a vicious streak a mile wide. I don’t know what he wants with Nico, but—” “That’s not what I meant,” I said. “I had this dream last night…” I told her about Luke, how he’d mentioned Quintus, and how his men had found a half-blood alone in the maze. Annabeth’s jaw clenched. “That’s very, very bad.” “So what do we do?” She raised an eyebrow. “Well, it’s a good thing you have a plan to guide us, huh?” It was Saturday, and traffic was heavy going into the city. We arrived at my mom’s apartment around noon. When she answered the door, she gave me a hug only a little less overwhelming than having a hellhound jump on you. *** “Itold them you were all right,” my mom said, but she sounded like the weight of the sky had just been lifted off her shoulders—andbelieve me, I know firsthand how that feels. She sat us down at the kitchen table and insisted on feeding us her special blue chocolate-chip cookies while we caught her up on the quest. As usual, I tried to water down the frightening parts (which was pretty much everything), but somehow that just made it sound more dangerous.
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