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It happened. I kissed Percy Jackson for the first time in my life. And he's probably going to die.

So basically, we went into Mount St. Helen's from the Labyrinth and saw a bunch of telekhines re-forging pretty much the worst weapon of all times. We didn't have a good chance to get out, so Percy opted to stay behind and distract them while I ran out. He said he has a plan, but I could see on his face that he didn't.

So he pretty much sacrificed his life to save me. He wouldn't let me stay with him, so I kissed him before I ran out (And, oh my gods, his lips tasted of the sea, salty and soft! Unless it was just my tears, because I knew I probably would never see him again…).

Anyways, I was running through the Labyrinth trying to remember my way back to Hephaesteus's place, when a loud, ear-shattering boom replaced the quiet in the tunnel, knocking me to the ground. Terrible heat came with it, and suddenly I knew what had happened. Percy had made the volcano erupt.

I ran and ran; crying my eyes out, going in whichever direction my legs carried me. And just when I thought I would never find my way out, I ran right in to Hephaesteus. I mean literally. And he was as hard as a rock.

"Thought you might need some help getting back, but you made it all on your own!" He pointed to the door, which I would probably have missed if I hadn't run into him.

"Thanks," I said, wiping away my tears.

"I have some good news, I hope…" I followed him through the door and followed his gaze to a few hi-tech computer monitors I hadn't noticed the last time I was here. Just goes to show you how tired I am… My observational skills weren't even as good as they should have been!

He clicked a button and the giant blank screen showed a view of the volcano blast.

"See?" he pointed at a small figure on the screen, flying out of Mount St. Helens at top speed, "He's outside of the cloud, which means he won't have trouble breathing until he begins to fall."

"But he will fall… And what happens when he does?" I asked, in kind of a whiny voice.

"He has a good chance of landing in the ocean, which will save him"

"And if he doesn't?"

"If he doesn't, he most likely won't make it," Hephaesteus said sadly and looked away, "You'd better get back to Camp Half-Blood. Here," he began to rummage through some random items in the clutter in the corner of the room. Handing me a flashlight, he told me, "You can use this to see through the Mist. You'll be able to stay away from most dangers, but it won't show you which way to go. And I must warn you, once it feels it has helped you enough, it will automatically be sent to a more needy person wandering through the tunnels. Don't be surprised if it disappears on you. I will be watching for Percy. If he is alive, and he doesn't find his way back in ten days, I will go help him for you. Good bye, and good luck."

And so, I left on a terribly lonely journey through the Labyrinth, trying to find my way back to camp while holding onto the slim chance that Percy Jackson, the only person I'd ever loved (and kissed), could still be alive, somewhere, somehow…

I'll post the next chapter soon! Thank you for reading! :)