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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We reached the amphitheater, and Dionysus pointed toward the campfire. Clarisse was sitting shoulder<br />
to shoulder with a big Hispanic kid who was telling her a joke. It was Chris Rodriguez, the half-blood<br />
who’d gone insane in the Labyrinth.<br />
I turned to Dionysus. “You cured him?”<br />
“Madness is my specialty. It was quite simple.”<br />
“But…you did something nice. Why?”<br />
He raised an eyebrow. “I am nice! I simply ooze niceness, Perry Johansson. Haven’t you noticed?”<br />
“Uh—”<br />
“Perhaps I felt grieved by my son’s death. Perhaps I thought this Chris boy deserved a second chance.<br />
At any rate, it seems to have improved Clarisse’s mood.”<br />
“Why are you telling me this?”<br />
The wine god sighed. “Oh, Hades if I know. But remember, boy, that a kind act can sometimes be as<br />
powerful as a sword. As a mortal, I was never a great fighter or athlete or poet. I only made wine. The<br />
people in my village laughed at me. They said I would never amount to anything. Look at me now.<br />
Sometimes small things can become very large indeed.”<br />
He left me alone to think about that. And as I watched Clarisse and Chris singing a stupid campfire song<br />
together, holding hands in the darkness, where they thought nobody could see them, I had to smile.<br />
TWENTY<br />
MY BIRTHDAY PARTY TAKES A DARK TURN<br />
The rest of the summer seemed strange because it was so normal. The daily activities continued: archery,<br />
rock climbing, Pegasus riding. We played capture the flag (though we all avoided Zeus’s Fist). We sang<br />
at the campfire and raced chariots and played practical jokes on the other cabins. I spent a lot of time<br />
with Tyson, playing with Mrs. O’Leary, but she would still howl at night when she got lonely for her old<br />
master. Annabeth and I pretty much skirted around each other. I was glad to be with her, but it also kind<br />
of hurt, and it hurt when I wasn’t with her, too.<br />
I wanted to talk to her about Kronos, but I couldn’t do that anymore without bringing up Luke. And that<br />
was one subject I couldn’t raise. She would shut me out every time I tried.<br />
July passed, with fireworks on the beach on the Fourth. August turned so hot the strawberries started<br />
baking in the fields. Finally, the last day of camp arrived. The standard form letter appeared on my bed<br />
after breakfast, warning me that the cleaning harpies would devour me if I stayed past noon.<br />
At ten o’clock I stood on the top of Half-Blood Hill, waiting for the camp van that would take me into<br />
the city. I’d made arrangements to leave Mrs. O’Leary at camp, where Chiron promised she’d be