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 “I don’t want to.” “I know,” the god said. “But my name,Pan …originally it meantrustic . Did you know that? But over the years it has come to meanall . The spirit of the wild must pass to all of you now. You must tell each one you meet: if you would find Pan, take up Pan’s spirit. Remake the wild, a little at a time, each in your own corner of the world. You cannot wait for anyone else, even a god, to do that for you.” Grover wiped his eyes. Then slowly he stood. “I’ve spent my whole life looking for you. Now…I release you.” Pan smiled. “Thank you, dear satyr.My final blessing.” He closed his eyes, and the god dissolved. White mist divided into wisps of energy, but this kind of energy wasn’t scary like the blue power I’d seen from Kronos. It filled the room. A curl of smoke went straight into my mouth, and Grover’s and the others. But I think a little more of it went into Grover. The crystals dimmed. The animals gave us a sad look.Dede the dodo sighed. Then they all turned gray and crumbled to dust. The vines withered. And we were alone in a dark cave, with an empty bed. I switched on my flashlight. Grover took a deep breath. “Are…are you okay?” I asked him. He looked older and sadder. He took his cap from Annabeth, brushed off the mud, and stuck it firmly on his curly head. “We should go now,” he said, “and tell them. The great god Pan is dead.” EIGHTEEN GROVER CAUSES A STAMPEDE Distance was shorter in the Labyrinth. Still, by the time Rachel got us back to Times Square, I felt like we’d pretty much run all the way from New Mexico. We climbed out of the Marriott basement and stood on the sidewalk in the bright summer daylight, squinting at the traffic and crowds. I couldn’t decide which seemed less real—New York or the crystal cave where I’d watched a god die. I led the way into an alley, where I could get a nice echo. Then I whistled as loud as I could, five times. A minute later, Rachel gasped. “They’re beautiful!” A flock ofpegasi descended from the sky, swooping between the skyscrapers. Blackjack was in the lead, followed by four of his white friends. Yo, boss!He spoke in my mind.You lived!
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html “Yeah,” I told him. “I’m lucky that way. Listen, we need a ride to campquick .” That’s my specialty! Oh man, you got that Cyclops with you?Yo , Guido! How’s your back holding up? The Pegasus Guido groaned and complained, but eventually he agreed to carry Tyson. Everybody started saddling up—except Rachel. “Well,” she told me, “I guess this is it.” I nodded uncomfortably. We both knew she couldn’t go to camp. I glanced at Annabeth, who was pretending to be very busy with her Pegasus. “Thanks, Rachel,” I said. “We couldn’t have done it without you.” “I wouldn’t have missed it. I mean, except for almost dying, and Pan…” Her voice faltered. “He said something about your father,” I remembered. “What did he mean?” Rachel twisted the strap on her backpack.“My dad…My dad’s job. He’s kind of a famous businessman.” “You mean…you’rerich ?” “Well, yeah.” “So that’s how you got the chauffeur to help us? You just said your dad’s name and—” “Yes,” Rachel cut me off. “Percy…my dad’s a land developer. He flies all over the world, looking for tracts of undeveloped land.” She took a shaky breath.“The wild. He—he buys it up. I hate it, but he plows it down and builds ugly subdivisions and shopping centers. And now that I’ve seen Pan…Pan’s death—” “Hey, you can’t blame yourself for that.” “You don’t know the worst of it. I—I don’t like to talk about my family. I didn’t want you to know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.” “No,” I said. “It’s cool. Look, Rachel, you did awesome. You led us through the maze. You were so brave. That’s the only thing I’m going to judge you on. I don’t care what your dad does.” Rachel looked at me gratefully. “Well…if you ever feel like hanging out with a mortal again…you could call me or something.” “Uh, yeah.Sure.” She knit her eyebrows. I guess I sounded unenthusiastic or something, but that’s not how I meant it. I just wasn’t sure what to say with all my friends standing around. And I guess my feelings had gotten pretty missed up the last couple of days. “I mean…I’d like that,” I said.
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