THE BATTLE OF THE LABYRINTH Percy Jackson ... - No one's invited.
THE BATTLE OF THE LABYRINTH Percy Jackson ... - No one's invited.
THE BATTLE OF THE LABYRINTH Percy Jackson ... - No one's invited.
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There was no time to argue. Even if we stayed, I wasn’t sure we could help.<br />
“<strong>No</strong>ne of us know how to fly!” Nico protested.<br />
“Great time to find out,” I said. And together, the four of us jumped out the window into open sky.<br />
SIXTEEN<br />
I OPEN A C<strong>OF</strong>FIN<br />
Jumping out a window five hundred feet aboveground is not usually my idea of fun. Especially when I’m<br />
wearing bronze wings and flapping my arms like a duck.<br />
I plummeted toward the valley and the red rocks below. I was pretty sure I was going to become a<br />
grease spot in the Garden of the Gods, as Annabeth yelled from somewhere above me, “Spread your<br />
arms! Keep them extended.”<br />
The small part of my brain that wasn’t engulfed in panic heard her, and my arms responded. As soon as<br />
I spread them out, the wings stiffened, caught the wind, and my descent slowed. I soared downward, but<br />
at a controlled angle, like a kite in a dive.<br />
Experimentally, I flapped my arms once. I arced into the sky, the wind whistling in my ears.<br />
“Yeah!”I yelled. The feeling was unbelievable. After getting the hang of it, I felt like the wings were part<br />
of my body. I could soar and swoop and dive anywhere I wanted to.<br />
I turned and saw my friends—Rachel, Annabeth, and Nico—spiraling above me, glinting in the sunlight.<br />
Behind them, smoke billowed from the windows ofDaedalus’s workshop.<br />
“Land!”Annabeth yelled. “These wings won’t last forever.”<br />
“How long?”Rachel asked.<br />
“I don’t want to find out!” Annabeth said.<br />
We swooped down toward the Garden of the Gods. I did a complete circle around one of the rock<br />
spires and freaked out a couple of climbers. Then the four of us soared across the valley, over a road,<br />
and landed on the terrace of the visitor center. It was late afternoon and the place looked pretty empty,<br />
but we ripped off our wings as quickly as we could. Looking at them, I could see Annabeth was right.<br />
The self-adhesive seals that bound the wings to our backs were already melting, and we were shedding<br />
bronze feathers. It seemed a shame, but we couldn’t fix them, and couldn’t leave them around for the<br />
mortals, so we stuffed the wings in trash bins outside the cafeteria.<br />
I used the tourist binocular camera to look up at the hill whereDaedalus’s workshop had been, but it had<br />
vanished. <strong>No</strong> more smoke. <strong>No</strong> broken windows.Just the side of a hill.<br />
“The workshop moved,” Annabeth guessed. “There’s no telling where.”