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

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me a few minutes to decipher:
TRIPLE G RANCH FRAGILE THIS END UP
Along the bottom, in smaller letters: OPEN WITH CARE. TRIPLE G RANCH IS NOT
RESPONSIBLE FOR PROPERTY DAMAGE, MAIMING, OR EXCRUCIATINGLY PAINFUL
DEATHS.
“What’s in the boxes?” I asked.
“A little surprise,” Quintus said.“Training activity for tomorrow night. You’ll love it.”
“Uh, okay,” I said, though I wasn’t sure about the “excruciatingly painful death” part.
Quintus threw the bronze shield, and Mrs. O’Leary lumbered after it. “You young ones need more
challenges. They didn’t have camps like this when I was a boy.”
“You—you’re a half-blood?” I didn’t mean to sound surprised, but I’d never seen an old demigod
before.
Quintus chuckled. “Some of usdo survive into adulthood, you know. Not all of us are the subject of
terrible prophecies.”
“You know about my prophecy?”
“I’ve heard a few things.”
I wanted to askwhat few things, but just then Chiron clip-clopped into the arena. “Percy, there you
are!”
He must’ve just come from teaching archery. He had a quiver and bow slung over his #1 CENTAUR
T-shirt. He’d trimmed his curly brown hair and beard for the summer, and his lower half, which was a
white stallion, was flecked with mud and grass.
“I see you’ve met our new instructor.” Chiron’s tone was light, but there was an uneasy look in his eyes.
“Quintus, do you mind if I borrow Percy?”
“Not at all, Master Chiron.”
“No need to call me ‘Master’,” Chiron said, though he sounded sort of pleased. “Come, Percy. We
have much to discuss.”
I took one more glance at Mrs. O’Leary, who was now chewing off the target dummy’s legs.
“Well, see you,” I told Quintus.
As we were walking away, I whispered to Chiron, “Quintus seemed kind of—”
“Mysterious?” Chiron suggested.“Hard to read?”
“Yeah.”