Sorry for the long wait folks. School and exams kinda infect you with the dreaded writer's block. Anyway, here's the next chapter. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 10

Aiden followed Palen across the street and crouched behind a notice board, preventing the drivers on the road from seeing them. Palen knelt gently and watched the road ahead. Aiden stared at him. "What are you looking at?" he asked. Palen's eyes remained fixed on the road. "The lights. They . . . They . . . change colour?!" Aiden sighed and explained that the lights helped the drivers to not have accidents and gave instructions as of which car could go and in which direction. Palen nodded, blinked and stood up. Aiden was cold. It was spring in Washington but the cold wind was biting through his skin through his jacket. He shivered and rubbed his arms, the goose bumps making his nerves twitch. Palen was wearing his sandals (well, Hermes' sandals to be exact. . .), the tiny white wings fluttering at his heels. Palen closed his eyes and thought hard. Now'd be a great time to magically appear, Pegasus, he thought. Aiden gasped as a white figure appeared from a sudden burst of colour in the clouds. He felt a few big drops hit his face and blinked. Palen smiled. "Hey there, how ya doin'?" said Palen. "Nice to meet cha, are you new in town?" said Pegasus in his head. Pegasus whinnied and shook his mane. "Oh dear, is she alright?" said Palen, his posture stiffening. Pegasus stomped his hoof and snorted. "Well we must hurry and search for them at once!" Palen grabbed Pegasus's mane and hoisted himself onto the stallion's broad back. "Come on, Aiden. We don't have all day." Aiden gritted his teeth and used Palen's hand to mount the white stallion. Pegasus reared and used his magnificent wings to shoot off into the rainclouds.

Kallisto wiped a bead of sweat away from her eyes as she shifted the position of the bags on her back. They'd been trekking for hours and Skye seemed fixed on finding a place deep within the Labyrinth. "Alrighty, settle down here folks, seems pretty devoid of monsters. Get some sleep." Skye just assumed the role of quest leader. Kallisto guessed it might just be her way of dealing with Percy's death. It had been a tough blow but her attitude had changed as soon as she placed everyone else's well-being above her emotional needs. Kallisto looked into the bags and found a blanket, a flask and some sort of food bearing a resemblance to cake. She was about to take a sip from the flask when Emily yelled, "STOP!" and took the flask away from her in quite a harsh movement. "Well I beg your pardon, Emily. Please expand as on why you just withdrew this flask from my lips?" Kallisto spoke in such a proper manner, you just automatically became nervous. "This is nectar. It is not for mortals, if you had taken even a little sip of this you could've burnt up." Emily cautiously gave it to Grover whose eyebrows looked like they were trying to cuddle with his curly brown hair. A very confused and irritated Kallisto now shifted into the blankets and closed her eyes. Soon she was asleep and her gorgeous white mare floated into her dreams. She laid there, a gentle smile on her face.

Emily struggled with her blankets. She really missed her comfortable duvet and bed. Home felt so far away where as it actually couldn't have been farther than 70 miles. The Labyrinth changed all your instincts and your sense of direction was rendered useless. Emily wished she was as strong as Skye, or even Kallisto for that matter. That girl could take care of herself. Emily sighed and saw Skye sit down but then get up again. Skye closed her eyes then started chanting under her breath. Soon a thin mist was engulfing them, almost like a cloak that blocked out the rest of the Labyrinth. Skye then sat down and Emily saw her body start to shake. She turned her head and Emily noticed the tears streaming down her face. Skye put her face in her hands. Emily watched the distraught girl cry herself to sleep.

The black haired boy stepped forward and lowered his silver spear. He examined the body in front of him. He saw the blood stained chest and smirked. Well this guy sure got quick death, he thought to himself. He opened the corpse's eyes and a small smile fell upon his face. The boy's eyes were sea green. It seems the boy was killed before I got to him, lucky fish. The boy stood up and clenched his jaw. "My Lord is everything alright?" asked a telkine. "Yes, Heiroc, everything is perfect," he replied with a smile. "At last, Percy Jackson is dead."

So, was this okay? I hope it was, I shall update again before next week . . . hopefully. Cheerio then!