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

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I followed bracing myself for the worst. The tunnel was treacherous. It sloped at weird angles and was
slimy with moisture. Half the time we were slipping and sliding rather than walking.
Finally we got to the bottom of a slope and found ourselves in a large cave with huge stalagmite columns.
Through the center of the room ran an underground river, and Tyson was sitting by the banks, cradling
Grover in his lap. Grover’s eyes were closed. He wasn’t moving.
“Tyson!”I yelled.
“Percy! Come quick!”
We ran over to him. Grover wasn’t dead, thank the gods, but his whole body trembled like he was
freezing to death.
“What happened?” I asked.
“So many things,” Tyson murmured.“Large snake.Large dogs.Men with swords. But then…we got
close to here. Grover was excited. He ran. Then we reached this room, and he fell. Like this.”
“Did he say anything?” I asked.
“He said, ‘We’re close.’ Then hit his head on rocks.”
I knelt next to him. The only other time I’d seen Grover pass out was New
Mexico, when he’d felt the presence of Pan.
I shined my flashlight around the cavern. The rocks glittered. At the far end was the entrance to another
cave, flanked by gigantic columns of crystal that looked like diamonds.And beyond that entrance…
“Grover,” I said. “Wake up.”
“Uhhhhhhhh.”
Annabeth knelt next to him and splashed icy cold river water in his face.
“Splurg!”His eyelids fluttered. “Percy?Annabeth? Where…”
“It’s okay,” I said. “You passed out. The presence was too much for you.”
“I—I remember.Pan.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Something powerful is just beyond that doorway.”
***
I made quick introductions, since Tyson and Grover had never met Rachel. Tyson told Rachel she was
pretty, which made Annabeth’s nostrils flare like she was going to blow fire.
“Anyway,” I said. “Come on, Grover. Lean on me.”