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 go well.” Annabeth nodded. “The Labyrinth is magical architecture, Percy. It would take huge power to seal even one of its entrances. In Phoenix, Clarisse demolished a whole building with a wrecking ball, and the maze entrance just shifted a few feet. The best we can do isprevent Luke from learning to navigate the Labyrinth.” “We could fight,” Lee Fletcher said. “We know where the entrance is now. We can set up a defensive line and wait for them. If an army tries to come through, they’ll find us waiting with our bows.” “We will certainly set up defenses,” Chiron agreed. “But I fear Clarisse is right. The magical borders have kept this camp safe for hundreds of years. If Luke manages to get a large army of monsters into the center of camp, bypassing our boundaries…we may not have the strength to defeat them.” Nobody looked real happy about that news. Chiron usually tried to be upbeat and optimistic. If he was predicting we couldn’t hold off an attack, that wasn’t good. “We have to get toDaedalus’s workshop first,” Annabeth insisted. “FindAriadne’s string and prevent Luke from using it.” “But if nobody can navigate in there,” I said, “what chance do we have?” “I’ve been studying architecture for years,” she said. “I knowDaedalus’s Labyrinth better than anybody.” “From reading about it.” “Well, yes.” “That’s not enough.” “It has to be!” “It isn’t!” “Are you going to help me or not?” I realized everyone was watching Annabeth and me like a tennis match. Mrs. O’Leary’s squeaky yak wentEEK!As she ripped off its pink rubber head. Chiron cleared his throat.“First things first. We need a quest. Someone must enter the Labyrinth, find the workshop of Daedalus, and prevent Luke from using the maze to invade this camp.” “We all know who should lead this,” Clarisse said.“Annabeth.” There was a murmur of agreement. I knew Annabeth had been waiting for her own quest since she was a little kid, but she looked uncomfortable. “You’ve done as much as I have, Clarisse,” she said. “You should go, too.” Clarisse shook her head. “I’m not going back in there.”
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Travis Stoll laughed. “Don’t tell me you’re scared.Clarisse, chicken?” Clarisse got to her feet, I thought she was going to pulverize Travis, but she said in a shaky voice: “You don’t understand anything, punk. I’m never going in there again.Never!” She stormed out of the arena. Travis looked around sheepishly. “I didn’t mean to—” Chiron raised his hand. “The poor girl has had a difficult year. Now, do we have agreement that Annabeth should lead the quest?” We all nodded except Quintus. He folded his arms and stared at the table, but I wasn’t sure anyone else noticed. “Very well,” Chiron turned to Annabeth. “My dear, it’s your time to visit the Oracle. Assuming you return to us in one piece, we shall discuss what to do next.” *** Waiting for Annabeth was harder than visiting the Oracle myself. I’d heard it speak prophecies twice before. The first time had been in the dusty attic of the Big House, where the spirit of Delphi slept inside the body of a mummified hippie lady. The second time, the Oracle had come out for a little stroll in the woods. I still had nightmares about that. I’d never felt threatened by the Oracle’s presence, but I’d heard stories: campers who’d gone insane, or who’d seen visions so real they died of fear. I paced the arena, waiting. Mrs. O’Leary ate her lunch, which consisted of a hundred pounds of ground beef and several dog biscuits the size of trash-can lids. I wondered where Quintus got dog biscuits that size. I didn’t figure you could just walk into Pet Zone and put those in your shopping cart. Chiron was deep in conversation with Quintus and Argus. It looked to me like they were disagreeing about something. Quintus kept shaking his head. On the other side of the arena, Tyson and the Stoll brothers were racing miniature bronze chariots that Tyson had made out of armor scraps. I gave up on pacing and left the arena. I stared across the fields at the Big House’s attic window, dark and still. What was taking Annabeth so long? I was pretty sure it hadn’t taken me this long to get my quest. “Percy,” a girl whispered. Juniper was standing in the bushes. It was weird how she almost turned invisible when she was surrounded by plants. She gestured me over urgently. “You need to know: Luke wasn’t the only one I saw around that cave.”
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