Chapter 5
When I regained my consciousness, I was lying in the back of a truck, on a pile of hay. Grover was sitting next to me, snoring. In his hands was a book that said "Centaurs for dummies".I laughed. I may have laughed too loudly because after I did, Grover woke up.
After shaking his head and rubbing his eyes, Grover stuffed the book into his haversack. I took a glance at our surroundings. We were most probably in Glennville, to be exact going to Glennville. We were surrounded by flora and fauna. The only man-made things I saw was the road, street signs and the truck we were on. The truck must have come from a nearby farm and was delivering foods.
Grover too took a glance. He rubbed his eyes again and blinked a few times. On spur of moment, Grover widened his eyes and jumped off the truck with his bag in his hand. Following suite, I hopped of the truck. In the moment of jumping, I tripped over my feet and grazed myself on the soil-covered ground. Moaning to myself, I staggered to get back up again. Grover, oblivious to my fall, scanned our surroundings.
"Damn, we missed it. I guess this means we have to walk," Grover mumbled to himself. I bent down to look at the graze. Why, of all things, do I have to fall before we walk? "Where are we going, Grover?" I enquired, not expecting a reply. Just as I thought, he stayed silent.
We trekked silently through the forest. It was overgrown with wild vegetation. Every few steps we took seemed to lead us deeper into the jungle. The more we trekked, the more lost I felt. I wanted to question Grover if he really knew where we were heading. But I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to ask such a question. Asking that would mean doubting Grover. I have never doubted Grover. He was my best bachelor. He was my best buddy. He was my protector.
"We're here," Grover exclaimed, pushing away another bush. We had been walking for two days. We only stopped once, which was yesterday, to take a drink from the river. In front of us was a big stone slab. At one corner of the stone was something somewhat like a spiral. But intstead of just curved lines, it was sort of like a maze.
That was the sign of Daedalus. Grover must've been planning for us to go somewhere. Maybe we were going to Olympus. Maybe Grover was going to visit Dionysus. Whatever it was, the stone slab opened up. Inside, it was dimly lit. Clutching tightly onto Grover's hand, we both stepped into the cave. No, it wasn't a cave. It wasn't a hole either. It was the Labyrinth.