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Chapter 4: We Find the Entrance to the Labyrinth

Thalia's POV

The next morning there was a lot of excitement at breakfast.

At around three in the morning an Aethiopian drakon had been spotted at the borders of camp. I didn't really help with getting rid of the drakon, but I got up and watched other campers get it, like watching a movie without popcorn. The magical boundaries had kept the monster out, but it prowled the hills, looking for weak spots in our defenses, and it didn't seem anxious to go away until Lee Fletcher from Apollo's cabin led a couple of his siblings in pursuit. After a few dozen arrows lodged in the chinks of the drakon's armor, it got the message and withdrew.

"It's still out there," Lee warned us during announcements. "Twenty arrows in its hide, and we just made it mad. The thing was thirty feet long and bright green. It's eyes-" he shuddered.

Thatmade him scared? Try having an army of Hades' minions chase after you. At least there weren't any of Poseidon's minions otherwise Annabeth and Luke would've died with me.

"You did well, Lee," Chiron patted him on the shoulder. "Everyone stay alert, but stay calm. This has happened before."

"Aye," Quintus said from the head table. "And it will happen again. More and more frequently."

The campers murmured among themselves.

Everyone knew the rumors: Luke and his army of monsters were planning an invasion of the camp. Most of us expected it to happen this summer, but no one knew how or when. It didn't help that we had few campers. We only had about eighty campers. Compared to Kronos' army, we were the size of a bee hummingbird compared to a North African Ostrich. Don't ask how I knew that.

Yesterday, when I told Percy and Tyson that I was going to do some things, I actually went to Clarisse and Chiron and asked them about the Labyrinth and a whole bunch more things. I learned that:

a) An entrance to the Labyrinth cannot be destroyed

b) To get out you must find the mark of Daedalus, which is a Greek Delta

c) Being in there can drive you insane

d) And that there's an entrance in camp. It's just not known.

I shuddered as I remembered the sight of Chris Rodriguez, lying in the infirmary, insane, muttering something about Mary and a son of Poseidon.

"This is a good reason for new war games," Quintus continued, a glint in his eyes. "We'll see how you all do with that tonight."

"Yes..." Chiron said. "Well, enough announcements. Let us bless this meal and eat." He raised his goblet. "To the gods."

We all raised our glasses and repeated the blessing.

I took my plate to the bronze brazier and scraped a portion on my food into the flames. I hoped the gods liked raisin toast and Frosted Flakes. "Zeus," I muttered.

Once everyone was eating, Chiron and Grover came over to my table. Grover was bleary-eyed. His shirt was inside out. He held his plate loosely almost spilling his breakfast.

"Hello, Thalia," Chiron said. "Come with me. You, Percy and Grover need to talk about something. And remember, this is the only time you're allowed to sit at another table."

I nodded and brought my plate with me to the Poseidon table. With one glance at Grover, Tyson shifted uncomfortable. "I will go...um...polish my fish ponies."

He lumbered off, leaving his breakfast half-eaten.

Grover slid his plate onto the table and slumped to the spot across from Percy. I sat next to Percy.

Chiron tried to smile at Percy, but I knew Percy could tell it was forced. Chiron probably wanted to look reassuring. "Well, Percy, how did you sleep?"

"Uh, fine." Percy looked a little uncomfortable. Did something happen last night? What nightmares did he have?

"I brought Grover over," Chiron said, "because I thought you two might want to, ah, discuss matters. I also brought Thalia to help talk about the, err, situation we are in. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some Iris-messages to send. I'll see you later in the day." He gave Grover a meaningful look, nodded at me, and then trotted out of the pavilion."

"What's he talking about?" Percy asked Grover.

Grover chewed his eggs. He was definitely distracted, because hit bit the tines of his fork and chewed those down, as well. "He wants you to convince me," he mumbled.

I sighed. "I'll tell you what it's about. The Labyrinth."

That got his attention. His sudden gasp also got the attention of everybody in the dining pavilion. Most of them turned away, but some were stealing glances at us and whispering. Very few, like Annabeth's older half-brother and new head counselor for the Athena cabin, Malcolm, and Clarisse were staring at us head on.

Quintus looked over and raised an eyebrow, but he didn't say anything. I mouthed, Chiron brought me here.

He nodded and mouthed back, Be quick about it.

I turned back to Percy. "The Labyrinth is Grover's last chance. He's in deep trouble. We have only one week to find Pan and Grover's searched everywhere. The only way to help him is to go into the Labyrinth. That's what Clarisse and Chiron have been investigating. When I went to 'do something', I really meant to go to Chiron and Clarisse to get more info about it."

"The Labyrinth." Percy shifted his weight on the bench. "I've heard Chiron and Clarisse mention it before."

I nodded. "Yes. That's exactly what they were talking about."

Percy must've gone back to his I-can't-think-fast-enough mode. "You mean the maze where they kept the Minotaur, back in the old days?"

"Yes," I said impatiently.

"So... it's not under the king's palace in Crete anymore," he guessed. "The Labyrinth is under some building in America."

He looked a little proud that he could figure it out. He wore a smug smile that would soon falter.

I rolled my eyes. "Under a building? Percy, Clarisse told me that the Labyrinth is huge. And if there is an entrance into camp, they'd need to find a way to get from California to New York quickly."

"California?"

"Mount Tam!" I snapped my fingers in front of my boyfriend's eyes. "Wake up, Kelp Head."

His face scrunched up. "So...is the Labyrinth part of the Underworld?"

"I don't think so." I frowned thoughtfully. "There's probably a whole bunch of passages from the Labyrinth down intothe Underworld. But, according to Chiron, the Underworld is way, way, way down. He said that the Labyrinth is right under the surface of the mortal world, kind of like a second skin. It's been growing for thousands of years, lacing its way under Western cities, connecting everything together underground. You can get anywhere through the Labyrinth."

"If you don't get lost," Grover muttered. "And die a horrible death."

Percy jumped because he forgot that Grover was there. "Whoa! Almost forgot about you there, G-man."

"Listen, Grover," I said. "I haven't spoken to you about this, but there has to be a way to locate Pan from the Labyrinth. Clarisse lived."

"Barely!" Grover said. "And the other guy-"

"He was driven insane. He didn't die."

"Oh, joy," Grover's lower lip quivered. "That makes me feel much better."

"Whoa," Percy said. "Back up. What's this about Clarisse and a crazy guy?"

I glanced at the Ares table. Clarisse was watching us, knowing what we were talking about, but then she fixed her eyes on her breakfast plate. I quickly glanced at Malcolm to see if he was still intently watching us. He wasn't, but kept stealing glances at us every once in awhile.

"Last year," I said, lowering my voice, "Clarisse went on a mission for Chiron."

"I remember," Percy replied. "It was secret."

I nodded. "It was secret," I agreed, "because she found Chris Rodriguez."

"The guy from the Hermes cabin?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"Oh, never mind. Just part of the quest for the Golden Fleece."

"Okay, but he was a camper who abandoned camp and joined the Titan Army. Then, last summer he just appeared in Phoenix, Arizona, near Clarisse's mom's house."

"What do you mean he just appeared?"

"He was wandering around the desert, in a hundred and twenty degrees, in full Greek armor, babbling about string."

"String," Percy repeated.

"He'd been driven completely insane. Clarisse brought him back to her mom's house so the mortals wouldn't institutionalize him. She tried to nurse him back to health. Chiron came out and interviewed him, but it wasn't much good. The only thing they got out of him: Luke's men have been exploring the Labyrinth."

"And you're saying you got this information yesterday," he said.

I snorted. "You were training with Quintus for more than a hour. I had lots of time to gather information."

"Okay," he asked. "Why were they exploring the Labyrinth, though?"

I face palmed. "I told you! Invasion route straight into camp. But at the time, we weren't sure. That's why Clarisse went on a scouting expedition. Chiron kept things hushed up because he didn't want anyone panicking. I got involved because... well, I wanted to know more about Luke's plans. If Luke could figure out how to navigate it, he could move his army around with incredible speed. California to New York and back in a couple of days."

"Except it's a maze, right?"

"Full of horrible traps," Grover agreed. "Dead ends. Illusions. Psychotic goat-killing monsters."

"But not if you had Ariadne's string," I said. "In the old days, Ariadne's string guided Theseus out of the maze. It was a navigation instrument of some kind, invented by Daedalus. And Chris Rodriguez was mumbling about string."

"So Luke is trying to find Ariadne's string," Percy said. "Why? What's he planning?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out," I said. "The closest entrances Clarisse found were in Manhattan, but Luke can't get through the borders. Clarisse explored a little way into the tunnels, but...it was very dangerous. She had some close calls. I don't understand exactly what Luke's planning, but Clarisse and I know that the Labyrinth might be the key to Grover's problem."

I blinked. "You think Pan is underground?"

"It would explain why he's been impossible to find."

Grover shuddered. "Satyrs hate going underground. No searcher would ever try going in thatplace. No flowers. No sunshine. No coffee shops!"

"But," I said, "the Labyrinth can lead you almost anywhere. It reads your thoughts. It was designed to fool you, trick you and kill you; but if you can make the Labyrinth work foryou-"

"It could lead you to the wild god," Percy finished. "I swear though. Right now you sound like Annabeth."

"Is that supposed to be an insult or a compliment?"

"Uh... a compliment?"

I shook my head and pecked Percy on the lips. "Later, Kelp Head."

I walked back to the Zeus table as Grover started choking on his fork. Malcolm did a spit take.

Did I forget to tell people that Percy and I were dating?

Percy's POV

"Grover! Are you okay?" I yelped.

Apollo campers started to get off their table and make their way to mine. Apparently none of them, besides Quintus, Malcolm and Grover, saw Thalia kiss me. I knew it was against the rules to sit at a different table, but was there one against PDA?

"Grover! Labyrinth! Scary, no coffee!"

That made Grover throw up his silverware. I told the Apollo campers, "He's fine. It's all good."

I looked back up at Quintus. He was looking at Thalia, as if saying You're lucky Mr. D isn't here.

Malcolm was apologizing to his siblings at the Athena table where he sprayed them with his Sprite.

Grover calmed down from his choking fit. "You two? How come I never sensed this?"

"Because you were worrying too much about your searcher's license."

That knocked him back to focus. "I can't do it, Percy. My searcher's license. Pan. I'm going to lose it all. I'll have to start a puppet theater."

"Don't say that! We'll figure something out."

He looked at me teary-eyed. "Percy, you're my best friend. You've seen me underground. In that Cyclops' cave. Do you really think I could..."

His voice faltered. I remembered the Sea of Monsters, when he'd been stuck in a Cyclops' cave. He'd never liked underground places to begin with, but now Grover really hated them. Cyclopes gave him the creeps, too. Even Tyson... Grover tried to hide it, but Grover and I could sort of read each other's emotions because of this empathy link between us. I knew how he felt. Grover was terrified of the big guy.

"I have to leave," Grover said miserably. "Juniper's waiting for me. It's a good thing she finds cowards attractive."

After he was gone, I looked over at Quintus. He nodded gravely, like we were sharing some dark secret. Then he went back to cutting his sausage with a dagger.

In the afternoon, I went down to the Pegasus stables to visit my friend Blackjack.

Yo, boss! He capered around in his stall, his black wings buffeting the air. Ya bring me some sugar cubes?

"You know those aren't good for you, Blackjack."

Yeah, so you brought me some, huh?

I smiled and fed him a handful. Blackjack and I went back a long way. I sort of helped rescue him from Luke's demon cruise ship a few years ago, and ever since, he insisted on repaying me with favors.

So we got any quests coming? Blackjack asked. I'm ready to fly, boss!

I patted his nose. "Not sure, man. Everybody keeps talking about underground mazes."

Blackjack whinnied nervously. Nuh-uh. Not for this horse! You ain't gonna be crazy enough to go in maze, boss. Are ya? You'll end up in the glue factory!

"You may be right, Blackjack. We'll see."

Blackjack crunched down his sugar cubes. He shook his mane like he was having a sugar seizure. Whoa! Good stuff! Well, boss, you come to your senses and want to fly somewhere, just give a whistle. Ole Blackjack and his buddies, we'll stampede anybody for ya! And if you need it, I can give your girlfriend a lift.

I looked at him. How'd he know I have a girlfriend?

I can read your mind, boss. Ain't that awesome! Plus, she came down yesterday and recognized me.

I shook my head and smiled. I told him I'd keep his offer in mind. Then a group of younger campers came into the stables to start their riding lessons, and I decided it was time to leave. I had a bad feeling I wasn't going to see Blackjack for a long time.

That night after dinner, Quintus had us suit up in combat armor like we were getting ready for capture the flag, but the mood among the campers was a lot more serious. Sometime during the day the crates in the arena had disappeared, and I had a feeling whatever was in them had been emptied into the woods.

"I'm pooped." Thalia tiredly struggled to get her armor on. "It's been a long day for try to convince Grover to go into the Labyrinth and rock climbing. By the way, I almost died." She shivered. "I hate heights."

"Don't worry, it's going to be fine. At least I hope so..." I trailed off. I didn't know what to think. So many thoughts had been swirling in my mind that day.

The Iris-message to Nico di Angelo had freaked me out. A ghost had been manipulating his mind, trying to convince him that I was to blame for his sister's death. Then, he was planning to get a soul to revive Bianca with, which I thoughtwas me.

Then, also all of this talk about the Labyrinth. I was clear that there was going to be an attack on camp this summer, but we only had 80 campers against a giant army of monsters and enemy demigods. Also, it became evident that an invasion route that led right into the heart of camp was also present. Although no one knew about it or where it was, Chiron was certain that there was an entrance inside the borders of camp.

Then there was Quintus who was very suspicious. He seemed mysterious, as if he wasn't who he claimed to be. Who was his godly parent? I had so many questions, but none of them could be answered. Quintus had shut me out about the mark on his neck that looked like some sort of bird.

Lastly, there was Grover. His lifelong goal of finding Pan was on the line. He had to find Pan in one week... and we were already one day in. Thalia had said there was the possibility that Pan could be in the Labyrinth, but Grover was reluctant to go. He was deathly afraid of caves and underground places. Not literally of course, but they scared him more than Tyson... and that's sayin' something. I felt bad for my best friend. But like I said last summer, he's going to find it. I know it.

Quintus snapped me back to reality. "Right," he said, standing on the head dining table. "Gather 'round."

He was dressed in black leather and bronze. In the torchlight, his grey hair made him look like a ghost. Mrs. O'Leary bounded happily around him, foraging for dinner scraps.

"You will be in teams of two," Quintus announced. When everybody started talking and trying to grab their friends, he yelled: "Which have already been chosen!"

"AWWWWW!" everybody complained.

"Your goal is simple: collect the gold laurels without dying. The wreath is wrapped in a silk package, tied to the back of one of the monsters. There are six monsters. Each has a silk package. Only one holds the laurels. You must find the wreath before the other teams. And, of course...you will have to slay the monster to get it, and stay alive."

The crowd started murmuring excitedly. The task sounded pretty straightforward. Hey, we'd all slain monsters before. That's what we trained for.

"I will now announce your partners," Quintus said. "There will be no trading. No switching. No complaining.

"Aroooof!" Mrs. O'Leary buried her face in a plate of pizza.

Quintus produced a big scroll and started reading off names. Beckendorf would be with Silena Beauregard, which Beckendorf looked pretty happy about. Silena was looking nervously away from Beckendorf. No, I thought. Oh, man. She likes Beckendorf.I smiled. Another pairing was the Stoll brothers, Travis and Connor, would be together. No surprise. They did everything together. Clarisse was with Lee Fletcher from the Apollo cabin- melee and ranged combat combined, they would be a tough combo to beat. Quintus kept rattling off the names until he said, "Percy Jackson with Thalia Grace."

There were some uneasy murmurings. Now about us, Thalia and I were considered the most difficult team that night because we were the two most powerful demigods. But what most of them didn't know, although we were dating, we did argue a lot... even though they ended up with us making out...

Anyway, I grinned at Thalia when Quintus called our names. "Nice."

She smiled back. "Yeah, but your armor is crooked." And she redid my straps for me.

"Grover Underwood," Quintus said, "with Tyson."

Grover just about jumped out of his goat fur. "What? B-but—"

"No, no," Tyson whimpered. "Must be a mistake. Goat boy—"

"No complaining!" Quintus ordered. "Get with your partner. You have two minutes to prepare!"

Tyson and Grover both looked at me pleadingly. I tried to give them an encouraging nod, and gestured that they should move together. Tyson sneezed. Grover started chewing nervously on his wooden club.

"They'll be fine," Thalia said. "Come on. Let's see what kind of monsters we get to slay today."

Thalia's POV

It was still light when we got into the woods, but the shadows from the trees made it feel like midnight. It was cold, too, even in summer. But it was the shadows that scared me more. They reminded me of Hades, who tried to kill me all those years back. Percy and I found tracks almost immediately- scuttling marks made by something with a lot of legs. We began to follow the trail.

We jumped a creek and heard some twigs snapping nearby. We crouched behind a boulder, but it was only the Stoll brothers tripping through the woods and cursing. Their dad was the god of thieves, but they were about as stealthy as buffaloes.

Once the Stolls had passed, we forged deeper into the woods where the monsters were wilder. We were standing on a ledge overlooking a marshy pond when I tensed. "This is where we stopped looking."

It took Percy a second to realize what I meant. Last winter, when we'd given up hope of finding him, Grover, Percy and I had stood on this rock, and I'd convinced them not to tell Chiron the truth: that Nico was a son of Hades. At the time it seemed the right thing to do. Percy wanted to protect his identity. He wanted to be the one to find him and make things right for what had happened to his sister. Now, six months later, we hadn't even come close to finding him. It left a bitter taste in our mouths.

"I saw him last night," he said.

I knit my eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

He told me about the Iris-message. When he was done, I stared into the shadows of the woods. "He's summoning the dead? That's not good."

Percy looked ready to tell me something when I heard a sneeze. I whirled around and pointed my spear toward the noise. Percy crept forward and I followed him. There were quiet shuffling noises and then: TOOT!

Percy and I jumped back and walked up behind another boulder. Looking over it, we saw Tyson and Grover shuffling toward a tree. The shrill tootwas Grover's reed pipes. It sounded a lot better than last winter, but sometimes when he was nervous, like now, he slipped up.

"Sorry," Grover muttered.

"No problem, Goat boy," Tyson muttered back.

Percy and I left them to their bonding. We traveled over to Zeus' Fist, a huge pile of boulders in the middle of the west woods. It was a natural landmark where campers often rendezvoused on hunting expeditions, but now there was nobody around.

"Over there," I whispered.

"Now, wait," Percy said. "Behind us."

It was weird. Scuttling noises seemed to be coming from several different directions. We were circling the boulders, his sword and my spear drawn, when someone right behind us said, "Hi."

We whirled around, and the tree nymph Juniper yelped.

"Put those down!" she protested. "Dryads don't like sharp blades, okay?"

"Juniper," I exhaled. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here."

Percy lowered his sword. "In the boulders?"

She pointed toward the edge of the clearing. "In the juniper. Duh."

Juniper seemed troubled. After a couple of seconds, she spoke again,

"Are you guys busy?" Juniper asked.

"Well," Percy said, "we're in the middle of this game against a bunch of monsters and we're trying not to die."

"We're not busy," I said. "In fact, I'm a little tired. But what's wrong, Juniper?"

Juniper sniffled. She wiped her silky sleeve under her eyes. "It's Grover. He seems so distraught. All year he's been out looking for Pan. And every time he comes back, its worse. I thought maybe, at first, he was seeing another tree."

"No," I said as Juniper started crying. "I'm sure that's not it."

"He had a crush on a blueberry bush once," Juniper said miserably.

"Juniper," I said. I wasn't a very comforting person, but I have dealt with heartbreak before. Luke. "Grover would never even lookat another tree. He's just stressed out about his searcher's license."

"He can't go underground!" she protested. "You can't let him."

I felt really uncomfortable. "It might be the only way to help him; if we just knew where to start." Jeez, Percy's right. I am starting to sound like Annabeth... and not the good kind.

"Ah," Juniper wiped a green tear off her cheek. "About that..."

Another rustle in the woods, and Juniper yelled, "Hide!"

Percy and I turned. Coming out of the woods was a glistening amber insect, ten feet long, with jagged pincers, an armored tail, and a stinger as long as my sword. A scorpion. Tied to its back was a red silk package.

"I'll shoot it with lightning and blast it to bits," I said volunteering.

"No. You're too tired. Let's just fight normally."

"I'm not that tired!"

"You just gotta take a break."

"Why don't you?"

"Because I'm not tired! Just listen to me and take a break."

"Zeus! You're starting to sound more like Annabeth... and not the good kind!"

"Well at least I'm not trying to play 'hero'."

"You tried that in winter!"

We were too busy arguing to notice that two other scorpions appeared behind the first one.

"Would you just shut up and let's kill that scorpion?"

"You started it!"

"How?"

"By telling me not to blast those scorpions to bits!"

He turned and went wide-eyed. I looked to where the scorpion was. There were two others next to the first. I cursed under my breath. The two most powerful demigods of century would obviously attract monsters like crazy.

The scorpions scurried toward us, whipping their barbed tails like they'd come here just to kill us. Percy and I put our backs against the nearest boulder.

"Climb?" he asked.

"No time," I replied.

I held Aegis up and the scorpions hissed, backing away from the shield. However, they were surrounding us. They were so close I could see their hideous mouths foaming, anticipating an ice juicy meal of demigods.

"Look out!" Percy parried away a stinger with the flat of his blade. I stabbed with my spear, but the scorpion backed out of range. We clambered sideways along the boulders, but the scorpions followed us. We slashed at the scorpions, but going on the offensive was too dangerous. Despite my shield, the scorpion could easily get us. If we went for the body, the tail would stab downward, and it wouldn't be at the shield. If we went for the tail, the thing's pincers came from either side and tried grabbing us. All we could do was defend, and we wouldn't be able to keep that up for very long.

Percy suddenly said, "In here."

I shot a weak bolt of electricity at a scorpion and looked at him because he was crazy. "In there?It's too narrow."

"I'll cover you. Go!"

I ducked behind him and started squeezing between the two boulders. Then my foot slipped and I yelped. I reached out for Percy's armor straps and I tumbled into a pit that hadn't been there a moment before. I didn't dare look back because below us, was complete darkness. Then, the light shut off.

Our breathing echoed against stone. It was wet and cold. I was sitting on a bumpy floor that seemed to be made of bricks.

Percy lifted Riptide. The faint glow of the blade was just enough to illuminate Percy's frightened face and the mossy stone walls on either side of us.

I wouldn't admit it out loud, but I was completely scared. More images of Hades' minions flashed into my mind. I, Thalia Grace, unafraid of most things above the surface was afraid of the dark. But I had good reason.

"Wh-where are we?" I asked stuttering.

"Safe from the scorpions, anyway," Percy replied, trying to sound calm. His face showed the truth, though. I remembered slipping and the ground opening up beneath me. Then the light from above us shut off suddenly, like the earth was consuming us.

Percy lifted his sword again for light.

"It's a long room," he muttered.

I looked down the hall and gasped. All the pieces of the puzzle about the Labyrinth put themselves together in my mind. I gripped Percy's arm. "It's not a room. It's a corridor."

There was a warm breeze, like in subway tunnels, coming from in front of us. But the breeze felt old and dangerous.

Percy started forward, but I stopped him. "Don't take another step," I warned. "We need to find the exit."

"It's okay," he promised. "It's right-"

He stopped short when he saw the ceiling. It was solid stone and the corridor seemed to stretch endlessly in both directions.

My hand slipped into his. Although normally I'd do this for fun and pleasure, this time I held his hand to make sure he was always next to me.

"Two steps back," I advised.

We stepped backward together like we were in a minefield.

"Okay," I said. "Help me examine the walls."

"What for?"

"The mark of Daedalus," I said.

"Wait. Don't tell me we found the Labyrinth."

"Got it!" I said with relief. I set my hand on the wall and pressed against a tiny fissure, which began to glow blue. A Greek symbol appeared: Δ, the Ancient Greek Delta.

The roof slid open and we saw night sky, stars blazing. It was a lot darker than it should've been. Metal ladder rungs appeared in the side of the wall, leading up, and I could hear people yelling our names.

"Percy! Thalia!" Tyson's voice bellowed the loudest, but others were calling out too.

Percy looked nervously at me. I said, "We found the Labyrinth."

Then we began to climb.

We made our way around the rocks and ran into Clarisse and a bunch of other campers carrying torches.

"Where have you two been?" Clarisse demanded.

"We've been looking forever."

"But we were gone only a few minutes," Percy said.

Chiron trotted up, followed by Tyson and Grover.

"Percy!" Tyson said. "You are okay?"

"We're fine," he said. "We fell in a hole."

The others looked at him skeptically, then at me.

"Honest!" Percy said. "There were three scorpions after us, so we ran and hid in the rocks. But we were only gone a minute."

"You've been missing for almost an hour," Chiron said. "The game is over."

Percy looked at me, his eyes widening. I looked back grimly, hoping he would get the message.

"Yeah," Grover muttered. "We would've won, but a Cyclops sat on me."

"Was an accident!" Tyson protested, and then he sneezed.

Clarisse was wearing the gold laurels, but she didn't even brag about winning them, which wasn't like her. But it was understandable in this situation. "A hole?" she asked.

I glanced at Percy. Percy turned to Chiron. "Chiron...maybe we should talk about this at the Big House."

Clarisse gasped. "You found it, didn't you?"

I bit my lip. "I- Yeah. Yeah, we did."

A bunch of campers started asking questions, looking about as confused as I was, but Chiron raised his hand for silence. "Tonight is not the right time, and this is not the right place." He stared at boulders as if he'd just noticed how dangerous they were, which they were. "All of you, back to your cabins. Get some sleep. A game well played, but curfew is past!"

There was a lot of mumbling and complaints, but the campers drifted off, talking among themselves and giving us suspicious looks.

"This explains a lot," Clarisse said. "It explains what Luke is after."

"Wait," Grover said. "What do you mean? What did we find?"

Percy and I turned to him, and understanding dawned in his eyes. "An entrance to the Labyrinth. An invasion route straight into the heart of the camp."

Apologies if there are any grammar mistakes out there that make the story unclear. It would be awesome if you guys could tell what mistakes there are so that I can fix them to make the story clearer. Thanks.

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SharkAttack719 out. :)

Check out my other stories. I recommend not viewing the 'Flash to the Past: Reading the Titan's Curse' one because it is discontinued.

Go to The SilverEyed Angel's page to ask about the continuation of the Pertemis story.

A HEADS UP: There will be a Zoe story that I'm going to post. I'm just thinking of some ideas before I put up a vote for you to choose which story you want.

Read the "Titan's Curse: Perlia Style" story first to get a background of what is happening.