A/N: Heres another chapter. Enjoy!

Silena's POV:

I ran towards the screams from Charles. I could tell it was him.

Another screech pierced my ears and made me flinch in terror.

"Charles! I'm coming!" I screamed. I turned one corner and was presented with a chamber. A large room like structure reached up higher than I thought it would. It was musty, dusty, and dark, complete with torches that were hooked onto the walls and chains snagged in every corner.

Eliza smiled as she saw Peleus, the missing dragon. He was padding with a melancholy look in the corner. I saw some raw skin underneath his large scales. A large patch was missing and it looked raw and in pain.

There were five people in the room. Four men who had dark cloaks on that hung low over their head so I couldn't see their eyes. Almost like monks. But they spoke in Latin. They chanted short verses of something over and over again and one dumped a pot of scales, that were most likely from Peleus, into the well. The contents below glowed a bright orange.

They stood around a large pit that went deep down into the earth. It was ringed with bricks and the men had to peer down to see below.

The fifth person was a teenage boy with blonde hair. He was strong and well built but looked weak now, his shirt ripped off and laying next to him. His ankles and wrists were chained and he was hanging like a toy doll by his hands. His hair was matter with sweat and damp with smears of blood. There was a large gash that ran from his shoulder to the opposite hip. It looked fine for now but it had the potential to get worse. There was a small cut on his forehead also.

He lifted his eyes to our footsteps that echoed in the room and I looked into the sea green eyes of my brother. I clapped my

"Charles!" Eliza gasped. One monk alerted, turned to her voice and unsheathed a red knife, most likely the one that hurt Charles. Three of them advanced while leaving another one to chant more lines.

"Do we run now?" I asked with dancing feet.

"No." Eliza said and planted her feet. I drew my bow and Eliza unsheathed her sword. "Don't kill them… They may be human." I nodded and watched them approach.

"NOW" I shot one at the base of his feet and he jumped. Eliza jabbed between the arm and body, ripping the cloak's cloth and shoved the sword against the other's throat. Then both jumped with a truly human cry and ran the opposite direction, making a large ark around us. We watched them flee and ran towards Charles.

"Go get that guy." I said and she ran to go put the blunt line of her sword up against his throat, threatening to slit his throat. I watched him put his hands up and stop chanting. From my pack, I uncovered a spare knife and started to put my strength into breaking his chains.

I watched him lift his head slowly to meet my eyes.

"Hey, we are going to get out of here." Cupping his chin, his face was raised and I could see the bags underneath his eyes. They were slight before but the stomach injury had taken his energy. Charles nodded and the usual spark behind his happy eyes, had diminished as he dropped his head, going limp again.

I groaned and was able to pull him out of his restraints. He slopped onto the floor and his head lolled to the side, unconscious.

"Shit." I said. Eliza had the man handled and I think she could hold it for a while. So I decided to get Charles as close to the door as possible so I could help her deal with the other monk. "Charles. Wake up. Open your eyes. We need to get out of here. Charles!" I shook him a little bit.

He opened his eyes with a little slit on each. I smiled, trying to be bright and I wrapped my hands under his arms, pulling him up.

He helped me heave himself up and we were now hobbling towards the way we came. Hopefully the labyrinth was not functioning because the creator was dead, so it shouldn't be shifting and moving.

All his weight was either all on one of his feet or it was all on my shoulder. I was struggling to get him moving but we eventually made it to the threshold. Charles collapsed to the floor and slumped on his side. The gash started to bleed again and he grabbed his stomach with pain.

"Hold on, Charles. We will be on the road soon." I said, my hands fluttering around his gut. My body sat next to him and held his hand tightly.

Eliza was walking over with the monk pressed up against her, the sword still gripped at his throat. She grinned with pleasure, holding her victim as if it were a freshly caught fish. Peleus walked behind her, nuzzling her backside.

"Look at this!" She said as she shoved him to the floor next to the wall. He still had his hands up as she pointed the sword at him. His hood had fallen off and showed curly brown hair with a pimpled face. He was a few years older than Charles. "Bet he isn't a monster." Eliza said as she jabbed her sword in his face. The celestial bronze went straight through his face. Scared the shit out of the kid, but proved to us that he was harmless. He was just a teenager who felt like raising some demon in the Greek world.

"Please, don't kill me!" He cried. "I'm only trying to…"

"What? Why are you chanting?" I asked harshly. I gripped my hands around his neck, threatening to crush it. He looked into my eyes with fear but that horrifying look grew as his eyes became unfocused on me, and targeted something behind me.

I turned. The kid wriggled from my grasp and ran out the door.

Charles's grip loosened as his slipped back into unconsciousness, his wound bleeding now.

Then I focused on what was in the pit. A deep rumble sounded and shook the floor. Some of the dust fell from the ceiling and I sneezed. A massive claw with the longest, sharpest nails burst the wall of bricks into dust. A pair of green, beady eyes peered out from the pit and then the head reared back, letting loose the loudest roar I have ever heard. I covered my ears quickly and saw Eliza do the same out of the corner of my eye.

The dragon from the bit stood up and scraped the ceiling. Then he spotted us.

A/N: Thanks for reviewing, the people who read my story. Remember, you need to read my other story, Camp Half Blood-the second generation first.

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