I willed my fourteen year old body to run that little bit faster, almost to the edge of breaking point. I knew I'd have to rest soon otherwise I'd collapse. But this thing that was once a creepy, old janitor was right at my heels. Sweat was trickling down my forehead and my legs were aching. I didn't believe in Greek Mythology or anything, but I could swear this thing was a Minotaur. Mr. Minos Tar. That was the old janitor's name. Wow. ROAR! The Minotaur roared. I could almost feel its hot breath on the back of my neck. I let out a screech of pure terror and tried to run faster, but my legs felt like rocks. I could feel myself slowing down and my eyes started to water. This is it, I'm going to die. A tear rolled down my cheek. My foot found the perfect place to catch on and I fell. The tears came as I waited for the Minotaur to kill me. But it didn't. I looked up to see a girl with blond hair and stormy gray eyes. She was wearing an orange T-shirt. She extended her hand. "I'm Annabeth and you might want to come with me." The Minotaur/janitor had completely vanished which really confused me. Actually, this whole thing confused me but I took Annabeth's hand. She smiled.