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 “So youhave talked to Luke.” “Oh, yes.Several times. He is quite persuasive.” “But now you’ve seen the camp!” Annabeth persisted. “So you know we need your help. You can’t let Luke through the maze!” Daedalus set his sword on the workbench. “The maze is no longer mine to control, Annabeth. I created it, yes. In fact, it is tied to my life force. But I have allowed it to live and grow on its own. That is the price I paid for privacy.” “Privacy from what?” “The gods,” he said. “And death. I have been alive for two millennia, my dear, hiding from death.” “But how can you hide from Hades?” I asked. “I mean…Hades has the Furies.” “They do not know everything,” he said. “Or see everything. You have encountered them, Percy. You know this is true. A clever man can hide quite a long time, and I have buried myself very deep. Only my greatest enemy has kept after me, and even him I have thwarted.” “You mean Minos,” I said. Daedalus nodded. “He hunts for me relentlessly. Now that he is a judge of the dead, he would like nothing better than for me to come before him so he can punish me for my crimes. After the daughters of Cocalus killed him,Minos’s ghost began torturing me in my dreams. He promised that he would hunt me down. I did the only thing I could. I retreated from the world completely. I descended into my Labyrinth. I decided this would be my ultimate accomplishment: I would cheat death.” “And you did,” Annabeth marveled, “for two thousand years.” She sounded kind of impressed, despite the horrible things Daedalus had done. Just then a loud bark echoed from the corridor. I heard theba-BUMP,ba -BUMP,ba -BUMP of huge paws, and Mrs. O’Leary bounded into the workshop. She licked my face once,then almost knocked Daedalus over with an enthusiastic leap. “There is my old friend!” Daedalus said, scratching Mrs. O’Leary behind the ears.“My only companion all these long lonely years.” “You let her save me,” I said. “That whistle actually worked.” Daedalus nodded. “Of course it did, Percy. You have a good heart. And I knew Mrs. O’Leary liked you. I wanted to help you. Perhaps I—I felt guilty, as well.” “Guilty about what?” “That your quest would be in vain.” “What?” Annabeth said. “But you can still help us. You have to! Give usAriadne’s string so Luke can’t get it.”
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html “Yes…the string. I told Luke that the eyes of a clear-sighted mortal are the best guide, but he did not trust me. He was so focused on the idea of a magic item. And the string works. It’s not as accurate as your mortal friend here, perhaps.But good enough. Good enough.” “Where is it?” Annabeth said. “With Luke,” Daedalus said sadly. “I’m sorry, my dear. But you are several hours too late.” With a chill I realized why Luke had been in such a good mood in the arena. He’d already gotten the string from Daedalus. His only obstacle had been the arena master, and I’d taken care of that for him by killing Antaeus. “Kronos promised me freedom,” Quintus said. “Once Hades is overthrown, he will set me over the Underworld. I will reclaim my son Icarus. I will make things right with poor youngPerdix . I will see Minos’s soul cast intoTartarus , where it cannot bother me again. And I will no longer have to run from death.” “That’s your brilliant idea?” Annabeth yelled. “You’re going to let Luke destroy your camp, kill hundreds of demigods, and then attack Olympus? You’re going to bring down the entire world so you can get what you want?” “Your cause is doomed, my dear. I saw that as soon as I began to work at your camp. There is no way you can hold back the might of Kronos.” “That’s not true!” she cried. “I am doing what I must, my dear. The offer was too sweet to refuse. I’m sorry.” Annabeth pushed over an easel. Architectural drawing scattered across the floor. “I used to respect you. You were my hero! You—you built amazing things. You solved problems. Now…I don’t know what you are. Children of Athena are supposed to bewise , not just clever. Maybe youare just a machine. You should have died two thousand years ago.” Instead of getting mad, Daedalus hung his head. “You should go warn your camp. Now that Luke has the string—” Suddenly Mrs. O’Leary pricked up her ears. “Someone’s coming!” Rachel warned. The doors of the workshop burst open, and Nico was pushed inside, his hands in chains. Then Kelli and twoLaistrygonians marched in behind him, followed by the ghost of Minos. He looked almost solid now—a pale bearded king with cold eyes and tendrils of Mist coiling off his robes. He fixed his gaze on Daedalus. “There you are, my old friend.” Daedalus’sjaw clenched. He looked at Kelli. “What is the meaning of this?” “Luke sends his compliments,” Kelli said. “He thought you might like to see your old employer Minos.” “This was not part of our agreement,” Daedalus said.
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