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 shield. Desperately, I threw it at the monster’s face. SMACK!The shield hit her in the face and she faltered just long enough for Tyson to dive past me into the maze. I was right behind him. Kampêcharged, but she was too late. The stone door closed and its magic sealed us in. I could feel the whole tunnel shake asKampê pounded against it, roaring furiously. We didn’t stick around to play knock, knock with her, though. We raced into the darkness, and for the first time (and the last) I was glad to be back in the Labyrinth. EIGHT WE VISIT THE DEMON DUDE RANCH We finally stopped in a room full of waterfalls. The floor was one big pit, ringed by a slippery stone walkway. Around us, on all four walls, water tumbled from huge pipes. The water spilled down into the pit, and even when I shined a light, I couldn’t see the bottom. Briares slumped against the wall. He scooped up water in a dozen hands and washed his face. “This pit goes straight toTartarus ,” he murmured. “I should jump in and save you trouble.” “Don’t talk that way,” Annabeth told him. “You can come back to camp with us. You can help us prepare. You know more about fighting Titans than anybody.” “I have nothing to offer,” Briares said. “I have lost everything.” “What about your brothers?” Tyson asked. “The other two must stand tall as mountains! We can take you to them.” Briares’sexpression morphed to something even sadder: his grieving face. “They are no more. They faded.” The waterfalls thundered. Tyson stared into the pit and blinked tears out of his eye. “What exactly do you mean,they faded ?” I asked. “I thought monsters were immortal, like the gods.” “Percy,” Grover said weakly, “even immortality has limits. Sometimes…sometimes monsters get forgotten and they lose their will to stay immortal.” Looking at Grover’s face, I wondered if he was thinking of Pan. I remembered something Medusa had told us once: how her sisters, the other two gorgons, had passed on and left her alone. Then last year Apollo said something about the old god Helios disappearing and leaving him with the duties of the sun god. I’d never thought about it too much, but now, looking at Briares, I realized how terrible it would be to be so old—thousands and thousands of years old—and totally alone. “I must go,” Briares said.
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html “Kronos’sarmy will invade camp,” Tyson said. “We need help.” Briares hung his head. “I cannot, Cyclops.” “You are strong.” “Not anymore.” Briares rose. “Hey,” I grabbed one of his arms and pulled him aside, where the roar of the water would hide our words. “Briares, we need you. In case you haven’t noticed, Tyson believes in you. He risked his life for you.” I told him about everything—Luke’s invasion plan, the Labyrinth entrance at camp,Daedalus’s workshop,Kronos’s golden coffin. Briares just shook his head. “I cannot, demigod. I do not have a finger gun to win this game.” To prove his point, he made one hundred finger guns. “Maybe that’s why monsters fade,” I said. “Maybe it’s not about what the mortals believe. Maybe it’s becauseyou give up on yourself.” His pure brown eyes regarded me. His face morphed into an expression I recognized—shame. Then he turned and trudged off down the corridor until he was lost in the shadows. Tyson sobbed. “It’s okay,” Grover hesitantly patted his shoulder, which must’ve taken all his courage. Tyson sneezed. “It’s not okay, goat boy. He was my hero.” I wanted to make him feel better, but I wasn’t sure what to say. Finally Annabeth stood and shouldered her backpack. “Come on, guys. This pit is making me nervous. Let’s find a better place to camp for the night.” We settled in a corridor made of huge marble blocks. It looked like it could’ve been part of a Greek tomb, with bronze torch holders fastened to the walls. It had to be an older part of the maze, and Annabeth decided this was a good sign. *** “We must be close toDaedalus’s workshop,” she said. “Get some rest, everybody. We’ll keep going in the morning.” “How do we know when it’s morning?” Grover asked. “Just rest,” she insisted. Grover didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled a heap of straw out of his pack, ate some of it, made a pillow out of the rest, and was snoring in no time. Tyson took longer getting to sleep. He tinkered with some metal scraps from his building kit for a while, but whatever he was making, he wasn’t happy with it.
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