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

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There was a lot of mumbling and complaints, but the campers drifted off, talking among themselves and
giving me suspicious looks.
“This explains a lot,” Clarisse said. “It explains what Luke is after.”
“Wait a second,” I said. “What do you mean? What did we find?”
Annabeth turned toward me, her eyes dark with worry.“An entrance to the Labyrinth.An invasion route
straight into the heart of the camp.”
FOUR
ANNABETH BREAKS THE RULES
Chiron had insisted we talk about it in the morning, which was kind of like,Hey, yourlife’s in mortal
danger. Sleep tight! It was hard to fall asleep, but when I finally did, I dreamed of a prison.
I saw a goy in a Greek tunic and sandals crouching alone in a massive stone room. The ceiling was open
to the night sky, but the walls were twenty feet high and polished marble, completely smooth. Scattered
around the room were wooden crates. Some were cracked and tipped over, as if they’d been flung in
there. Bronze tools spilled out of one—a compass, a saw, and a bunch of other things I didn’t recognize.
Theboy huddled in the corner, shivering from cold, or maybe fear . He was spattered in mud. His legs,
arms, and face, were scraped up as if he’d been dragged here along with the boxes.
Then the double oak doors moaned open. Two guards in bronze armor marched in, holding an old man
between them. They flung him to the floor in a battered heap.
“Father!”The boy ran to him. The man’s robes were in tatters. His hair was streaked with gray, and his
beard was long and curly. His nose had been broken. His lips were bloody.
The boy took the old man’s head in his arms. “What did they do to you?” then he yelled at the guards.
“I’ll kill you!”
“There will be no killing today,” a voice said.
The guards moved aside.Behind them stood a tall man in white robes. He wore a thin circlet of gold on
his head. His beard was pointed like a spear blade. His eyes glittered cruelly. “You helped the Athenian
kill my Minotaur, Daedalus. You turned my won daughter against me.”
“You did that yourself, Your Majesty,” the old man croaked.
A guard planted a kick in the old man’s ribs. He groaned in agony. The young boy cried, “Stop!”
“You love your maze so much,” the king said, “I have decided to let you stay here. This will be your
workshop. Make me new wonders. Amuse me. Every maze needs a monster. You will be mine!”