His boots pounded the stones beneath his feet as he sprinted, the bronze dagger in his hand casting a faint, golden light against his surroundings. The moon sat high above him, new and providing scarce light as he fled from his persuers, his mind racing with ways to get away. 'I need to get to an entrance.' He thought as he burst from the treeline, into the park, the hot Texas night, and the exertion of running for his life making his skin slick with sweat. His black t-shirt clung to his chest where it wasn't partially shredded, angry welts and small cuts decorating his chest where the fabric didn't cover. A strap on his purple backpack was shredded, leaving it slung over his left shoulder, and his shorts were slightly singed. He made a sharp left turn as he found that the path diverged around the central fountain, a sort of crossroads, his eyes scanning the area as he moved until he saw a ripple in the Mist.
He came to a stumbling halt as he reached out, his mother's divine influence allowing him to gently pry away the Mist, revealing a dim blue symbol, the mark of Daedalus, showing an entrance to the Labyrinth. He struck the button, the magical energy revealing to him a door in the base of a statue nearby. His heart jumped as the thumping of wings alerted him to the nearest threat, a Stymphalian bird, and he barely had time to deflect a dagger-like feather as it hurtled towards him, the jarring force making his arm ache. He moved, his energy was depleting quickly, and he needed to get into that opening. He sprinted as fast as he could to the opening, a feather grazing his arm as the bird prepared to take him down. He desperately reached out as he dove for the entrance to the Labirynth, entering just as his other foe finally caught up, a dog-headed Telkhine, wielding a wicked sharp blade.
He made it into the Labirynth, lashing out with a spell behind him as he did, forcibly sealing the entrance as he collapsed in a tunnel, dingey brown and off-white tiles around him. He took a moment to catch his breath, regaining a semblance of calm as his pale hand brushed his hair from his face, the curly black locks bouncing as he wiped away both perspiration and hair. His grey eyes looked around the tunnel, it seemed to be a section of an abandoned subway station. He stood, shakily at first as his legs grew weak, the adrenaline having been cut off by the exhaustion of that spell.
The boy couldn't have been more than 17, and as he got his bearing, he slung his pack off his back, attempting to access the damages. It seemed that the strap could be mended, but he would need a sewing kit, the magic would be too taxing. His dagger was then carefully slipped into it's sheath on his hip, and he moved the pack back on. He began to shake a little as he finally got through the adrenaline rush, "Craaaaaap!" He exclaimed, realization washing over him, he couldn't contact the other members of his group to inform them of his safety. He slowly began to make his way to the left, muttering in Greek as he did, prayers escaping his lips, most directed to his Mother, Hecate.
Slowly he made his way down the tunnel, the flickering lights leading him deeper into the Labirynth, his eyes following a faint golden line that glowed against the left wall. He slowly moved deeper into the Labirynth, hoping that his strength would last enough for him to get out and back to camp. He sucked in a breath as he moved in, passing increasing unfamiliar architecture, the walls turning into metal sheets, the floor concrete. Boxes sat piled near the wall, filled with odd crystals that radiated magic, his body feeling the potent energy from within. He reached in, pulling one crystal out, it was a brilliant white, along with the rest of them in that box. He slowly set it down as he began to realize that the stuff might be volatile if he weren't careful.
He glanced behind him, the Labirynth having changed behind him, and he sighed, before continuing, occasionally finding more boxes of those crystals. Soon he found another symbol, like that of Daedealus, but this one had a shape he'd never seen before, almost like that of an intricate snowflake. His hand pressed against it, and a hatch above him opened, the new light revealing a set of rungs built into the wall. Shrugging, he made his way up, out of the tunnel and into a warehouse. "Where am I?" He asked, internally cursing the lack of a cellphone, before properly scanning his surroundings, his dagger once more in his hand. The faint glow of the celestial bronze giving him more light to work with, and the first thing his eyes registered was that every crate in the room bore that same symbol.
With a soft exhale, he made his way towards an exit, the beam of a flashlight making him halt and hide, not wanting to draw any kind of attention. With baited breath he waited, unsure if anyone would pass him by, his head beginning to throb as he leaned against the wall. With an quick glance around him, he confirmed noone was within eyesight, and he moved towards the door, slipping out, and into the night. He glanced up to try and guage where he could be, and found himself dumbstruck, the moon above him was shattered. "This isn't right..."