So, I'm back! Sorry about the long update! This one isn't as long, so I'll try to update a little faster. So please tell me if I'm boring you with all the details, I promise some action to come.
Disclaimer: In case you haven't figured it out, I don't own Percy Jackson

Percy POV:

Someone is humming something right by my ear. It sounds like Kumbayah to me, which is really messing with my brain.

"Percy," the person says, pausing their humming. "Better get up. Shop opens in fifteen minutes."

I groan. Something smells really good. Struggling into a sitting position, I see Jason before me with a breakfast tray.

"You didn't have to," I protest as he hands it to me.

"You're as bad as Leyna," he complains. "I'm honored to help. Besides, it looks like you have a difficult task ahead."

"What smells so good?" Leyna mumbles, sitting up from the couch across the room. She looks just about as exhausted as I feel. Last night, I let her take the couch, figuring she was more tired than me, having to do all the work in actually getting us here.

Leyna looks to worn out to protest when Jason gives her breakfast.

We finish eating just as Jason is unlocking the doors. The sun is just rising and the city is just waking up.

"How'd you sleep?" Leyna asks, walking over to me. I shrug.

"I kept getting woken up by weird sounds, probably monsters."

"Yeah, same. And you snore," she says, picking up the backpack of rations Jason gave us.

"Nice," I mutter. For a second I wonder if I was drooling too, then I realize there's no way she would know that, being across the room.

Jason is in the kitchen as we head towards the door. Leyna slips a few bills into the cash register, closing it with a quiet click.

"Bye Jason!" she hollers, glancing both ways out the door.

"Bye you two! Be safe! Good luck! Come again!" Jason calls back. Leyna smiles slightly at the be safe part of his goodbye. About that...

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I'm gonna jinx myself before we even get started.

"There's an old library a few blocks off that has an underground entrance in it," Leyna is saying, tapping her watch.

"Underground," I mumble, trying to get my brain up to speed. A sickening thought strikes me. "This underground place, it isn't like a world that is under us?"

Leyna smiles faintly and I suppose she understands what I mean. "No, we don't have to go that deep. But you can get there through the entrance. That's how I met Nico."

"What, you just go exploring there for fun?" I choke.

"I wouldn't go straight to fun," Leyna sighs. "I was just looking for a place where the monsters couldn't follow me."

For a second, I have a sudden insight into what her life must be like. I went to Camp Half-blood. She never found it. It was hard enough to last on my own until sixth grade, I can hardly imagine making it until you're sixteen or seventeen. It might just make the underworld look welcoming.

We trot down the street, moving as fast as we can while not drawing attention. As the sun climbs higher into the sky, shops open and the streets quickly become jammed with traffic. We move away from the bustle towards a slightly more quiet part of town.

Leyna skids to a halt before an ancient looking library, complete with roman columns in front made of smooth white marble.

The librarian glares at us as we pull open the huge oak doors. She's sitting behind one of those huge mahogany desks that could make a six-foot man feel like a midget. Leyna walks right up to her without the slightest hesitation. She must be immune to the librarian stink eye.

"Can I help you?" The librarian asks, her mouth puckered into a sour expression.

"We'd like to access the fifth level," Leyna says in a business-like tone.

"This library only has four levels," comes the tart response.

"I know."

"Perhaps you have the wrong library," the librarian says, picking up her book.

"Oh, no. There are no other libraries here as magnificent as this one," Leyna says generously.

The librarian looks at her over the rims of her glasses. "You've been here before?"

"Yes ma'am. Don't you remember me?" Leyna gives her a winning smile. I see her start to soften.

"I suppose I do. I'll give you the key as long as you don't have any unsavory following you," she obliges.

"It's just us, ma'am," Leyna says pleasantly, accepting a small disc from the librarian.

"You know where it is?" she eyes Leyna.

"Yes ma'am."

"Well, be on your way," the librarian picks up her book again. "I swear... half-bloods these days," she mutters as we leave.

I glance at Leyna, surprised by the smile playing around her lips.

"I always feel bad for her. She has a hard time keeping a straight face."

I gape at Leyna, but she's humming happily to herself, so I shut my mouth.

The main part of the library is huge. The ceilings scrape the clouds, the stain-glass windows filtering the light into a rainbow of colors cascading softly on the people reading and writing. All of a sudden, I feel exhaustion sinking through my bones and I sway on my feet.

Leyna nudges me and I realize my eyelids were drooping. "This place does that to everyone," she says. "I swear, it's like Morpheus enchanted it or something."

She leads me over to the stone statue of a gryphon. I stare at it, wondering why it looks so... friendly.

Leyna pops the disk into it's open mouth and presses down. The gryphon shuts it's mouth, almost biting Leyna's fingers off, stretches leisurely and moves obediently from it's post, revealing a small circular hole.

Leyna grabs the rungs of the rusted metal ladder attached to the wall. "Coming?" she asks me, her eyes glittering eerily from the darkness.

I manage to shut my mouth and follow her down, my hands tightly gripping the cold metal. As soon as my head dips below the surface, the gryphon sits over the hole and everything goes stark black.

So, I know this wasn't the most thrilling section, but things will ramp up some more after this. Please review!