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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Annabeth elbowed me. “Don’t be rude. The Hundred-Handed Ones all have fifty different faces.”<br />
“Must make it hard to get a yearbook picture,” I said.<br />
Tyson was still entranced. “It will be okay, Briares! We will help you! Can I have your autograph?”<br />
Briares sniffled. “Do you have one hundred pens?”<br />
“Guys,” Grover interrupted. “We have to get out of here.Kampê will be back. She’ll sense us sooner or<br />
later.”<br />
“Break the bars,” Annabeth said.<br />
“Yes!” Tyson said, smiling proudly. “Briares can do it. He is very strong. Stronger than Cyclopes, even!<br />
Watch!”<br />
Briares whimpered. A dozen of his hands started playing patty-cake, but none of them made any<br />
attempt to break the bars.<br />
“If he’s so strong,” I said, “why is he stuck in jail?”<br />
Annabeth ribbed me again. “He’s terrified,” she whispered. “Kampêhad imprisoned him inTartarus for<br />
thousands of years. How would you feel?”<br />
The Hundred-Handed One covered his face again.<br />
“Briares?”Tyson asked. “What…what is wrong? Show us your great strength!”<br />
“Tyson,” Annabeth said, “I think you’d better break the bars.”<br />
Tyson’s smile melted slowly.<br />
“I will break the bars,” he repeated. He grabbed the cell door and ripped it off its hinges like it was<br />
made of wet clay.<br />
“Come on, Briares,” Annabeth said. “Let’s get you out of here.”<br />
She held out her hand. For a second,Briares’s face morphed to a hopeful expression. Several of his<br />
arms reached out, but twice as many slapped them away.<br />
“I cannot,” he said. “She will punish me.”<br />
“It’s all right,” Annabeth promised. “You fought the Titans before, and you won, remember?”<br />
“I remember the war.”Briares’s face morphed again—furrowed brow and a pouting mouth. His<br />
brooding face, I guess. “Lightning shook the world. We threw many rocks. The Titans and the monsters<br />
almost won. <strong>No</strong>w they are getting strong again.Kampê said so.”<br />
“Don’t listen to her,” I said. “Come on!”<br />
He didn’t move. I knew Grover was right. We didn’t have much time beforeKampê returned. But I