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 this. If you really need help, use it; but be careful, the whistle is made of Stygian ice.” “Whatice?” “From the River Styx.Very hard to craft.Very delicate.It cannot melt, but it will shatter when you blow it, so you can only use it once.” I thought about Luke, my old enemy. Right before I’d gone on my first quest, Luke had given me a gift, too—magic shoes that had been designed to drag me to my death. Quintus seemed nice.So concerned. And Mrs. O’Leary liked him, which had to count for something. She dropped the slimy shield at my feet and barked excitedly. I felt ashamed that I could even think about mistrusting Quintus. But then again, I’d trusted Luke once. “Thanks,” I told Quintus. I slipped the freezing whistle into my pocket, promising myself that I would never use it, and I dashed off to find Annabeth. *** As long as I’d been at camp, I’d never been inside the Athena cabin. It was a silvery building, nothing fancy, with plain white curtains and a carved stone owl over the doorway. The owl’s onyx eyes seemed to follow me as I walked closer. “Hello?” I called inside. Nobody answered. I stepped in and caught my breath. The place was a workshop forbrainiac kids. The bunks were all pushed against one wall as if sleeping didn’t matter very much. Most of the room was filled with workbenches and tables and sets of tools and weapons. The back of the room was a huge library crammed with old scrolls and leather-bound books and paperbacks. There was and architect’s drafting table with a bunch of rulers and protractors, and some 3-D models of buildings. Huge old war maps were plastered to the ceiling. Sets of armor hung under the windows, their bronze plates glinting in the sun. Annabeth stood in the back of the room, rifling through old scrolls. “Knock, knock?” I said. She turned with a start.“Oh…hi.Didn’t hear you.” “You okay?” She frowned at the scroll in her hands.“Just trying to do some research.Daedalus’s Labyrinth is so huge. None of the stories agree about anything. The maps just lead from nowhere to nowhere.” I thought about what Quintus had said, how the maze tries to distract you. I wondered if Annabeth knew that already. “We’ll figure it out,” I promised. Her hair had come loose and was hanging in a tangled blond curtain all around her face. Her gray eyes
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html looked almost black. “I’ve wanted to lead a quest since I was seven,” she said. “You’re going to do awesome.” She looked at me gratefully, but then stared down at all the books and scrolls she’d pulled from the shelves. “I’m worried, Percy. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked you to do this.Or Tyson or Grover.” “Hey, we’re your friends. We wouldn’t miss it.” “But…” She stopped herself. “What is it?” I asked.“The prophecy?” “I’m sure it’s fine,” she said in a small voice. “What was the last line?” Then she did something that really surprised me. She blinked back tears and put out her arms. I stepped forward and hugged her. Butterflies started turning my stomach into amosh pit. “Hey, it’s…it’sokay.” I patted her back. I was aware of everything in the room. I felt like I could read the tiniest print on any book on the shelves. Annabeth’s hair smelled like lemon soap. She was shivering. “Chiron might be right,” she muttered. “I’m breaking the rules. But I don’t know what else to do. I need you three. It just feels right.” “Then don’t worry about it,” I managed. “We’ve had plenty of problems before, and we solved them.” “This is different. I don’t want anything happening to…any of you.” Behind me, somebody cleared his throat. It was one of Annabeth’s half-brothers, Malcolm. His face was bright red. “Um, sorry,” he said. “Archery practice is starting, Annabeth. Chiron said to come find you.” I stepped away from Annabeth. “We were just looking at maps,” I said stupidly. Malcolm stared at me. “Okay.” “Tell Chiron I’ll be right there,” Annabeth said, andMalcom left in a hurry. Annabeth rubbed her eyes. “You go ahead, Percy. I’d better get ready for archery.” I nodded, feeling more confused than I ever had in my life. I wanted to run from the cabin…but then again I didn’t.
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