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 “What do you mean?” She glanced back at the arena. “I was trying to say something, but he was right there.” “Who?” “The sword master,” she said. “He was poking around the rocks.” My stomach clenched.“Quintus?When?” “I don’t know: I don’t pay attention to time.Maybe a week ago, when he first showed up.” “What was he doing? Did he go in?” “I—I’m not sure. He’s creepy, Percy. I didn’t even see him come into the glade. Suddenly he was just there . You have to tell Grover it’s too dangerous—” “Juniper?”Grover called from inside the arena. “Where’d you go?” Juniper sighed. “I’d better go in. Just remember what I said. Don’t trust that man!” She ran into the arena. I stared at the Big House, feeling more uneasy than ever. If Quintus was up to something…I needed Annabeth’s advice. She might know what to make of Juniper’s news. But where the heck was she? Whatever was happening with the Oracle, it shouldn’t be taking this long. Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore. It was against the rules, but then again, nobody was watching. I ran down the hill and headed across the fields. The front parlor of the Big House was strangely quiet. I was used to seeing Dionysus by the fireplace, playing cards and eating grapes and griping at satyrs, but Mr. D was still away. *** I walked down the hallway, floorboards creaking under my feat. When I got to the base of the stairs, I hesitated. Four floors above would be a little trapdoor leading to the attic. Annabeth would be up there somewhere. I stood quietly and listened. But what I heard wasn’t what I had expected. Sobbing.And it was coming from below me. I crept around the back of the stairs. The basement door was open. I didn’t even know the Big House had a basement. I peered inside and saw two figures in the far corner, sitting amid a bunch of stockpiled cases of ambrosia and strawberry preserves. One was Clarisse. The other was a teenage Hispanic guy in tattered camouflage pants and a dirty black T-shirt. His hair was greasy and matted. He was hugging his shoulders and sobbing. It was Chris Rodriguez, the half-blood who’d gone to work for Luke. “It’s okay,” Clarisse was telling him. “Try a little more nectar.”
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html “You’re an illusion, Mary!” Chris backed farther into the corner.“G-get away.” “My name’s not Mary.” Clarisse’s voice was gentle but really sad. I never knew Clarisse could sound that way. “My name is Clarisse. Remember. Please.” “It’s dark!” Chris yelled.“So dark!” “Come outside,” Clarisse coaxed. “The sunlight will help you.” “A…a thousand skulls.The earth keeps healing him.” “Chris,” Clarisse pleaded. It sounded like she was close to tears. “You have to get better. Please. Mr. D will be back soon. He’s an expert in madness. Just hang on.” Chris’s eyes were like a cornered rat’s—wild and desperate. “There’s no way out, Mary.No way out.” Then he caught a glimpse of me and made a strangled, terrified sound.“The son of Poseidon! He’s horrible!” I backed away, hoping Clarisse hadn’t seen me. I listened for her to come charging out and yell at me, but instead she just kept talking to Chris in a sad pleading voice, trying to get him to drink the nectar. Maybe she thought it was part of Chris’s hallucination, but…son of Poseidon?Chris had been looking at me, and yet why did I get the feeling he hadn’t been talking about me at all? And Clarisse’s tenderness—it had never even occurred to me that she might like someone; but the way she said Chris’s name…She’d known him before he changed sides. She’d known him a lot better than I realized. And now he was shivering in a dark basement, afraid to come out, and mumbling about someone named Mary.No wonder Clarisse didn’t want anything to do with the Labyrinth. What had happened to Chris in there? I heard a creak from above—like the attic door opening—and I ran for the front door. I needed to get out of that house. “My dear,” Chiron said. “You made it.” *** Annabeth looked at me first. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to warn me, or if the look in her eyes was just plain fear. Then she focused on Quintus. “I got the prophecy. I will lead the quest to findDaedalus’s workshop.” Nobody cheered. I mean, we all liked Annabeth, and we wanted her to have a quest, but this one seemed insanely dangerous. After what I’d seen of Chris Rodriguez, I didn’t even want to think about Annabeth descending into that weird maze again. Chiron scraped a hoof on the dirt floor. “What did the prophecy say exactly, my dear? The wording is important.” Annabeth took a deep breath. “I, ah…well, it said,you shall delve in the darkness of the endless maze ...”
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