Third person narration. Please review.

Chapter 12-

The first step to getting them back, according to Enrique, was to go back to the pyramid and get ready for a major battle. In their present condition there was no way that they would emerge victorious. And they didn't even know where their friends were even taken. When they got back to the pyramid, Enrique went to speak to King Tut. The others were left with his words echoing in their heads.

Percy was thinking about all this as everyone was checked out by one of the medics at the camp. He couldn't shake the thought that there wasn't enough time, that his friends would be killed.

When Enrique came back, his face was grim, but determined.

"We're calling reinforcements. From camp half-blood. And theres one more thing. We are considering summoning a demon, which will be a great asset as we can draw on its power. It hasn't been attempted in a thousand years."

"Why?" Piper asked.

"Because its amazingly dangerous." Enrique said calmly. "The last time the demon almost destroyed the camp and killed about half the campers. However, the director has decided that it will be worth the risk. He simply needs confirmation that you are, to say, worthy of our aid and sacrifice. All he is asking for is for one of you to take a test."

"Fun," Piper muttered darkly. "So whats this test?"

"Are you volunteering?" Enrique responded.

Piper's first instinct was to say no, she sure as hell wasn't volunteering, but then she looked around at her friends who were like family to her. They seemed defeated and hopeless in a way she had never seen before on their faces. She thought of the others, taken by the scorpion men to who knows where. She specifically thought about Jason, who had taken a hit for her and was now paying the price. They couldn't waste anymore time.

"Yes," She said softly, making everybody look at her in surprise. Percy started to say something, but Annabeth silenced him with a look. Enrique looked at her with a newfound respect.

"Then its settled." He said. "Come with me, quickly."

They first went to the dormitory corridor. Enrique went into his room for a moment, and when he got out he was wearing a wide white bracelet on each wrist. When Piper looked closely, she saw that the bracelet was actually made out of cloth bandages.

"Let's get going," Enrique said before she could inquire about the bandages on his wrists.

They went down what seemed like thousands of stairs, going deep into the pyramid. The stairs never stopped. There was always another flight.

"Haven't you people ever heard of escalators?" Piper asked, panting. Enrique turned to her and smiled.

"No," He said.

Finally, they reached the bottom of the pyramid. The bottom floor was empty, except for a large square tile. Enrique went to the tile and lifted it.

"Down through here," He explained, and jumped. Piper followed suit.

They were in a poorly lit chamber room that stretched as far as the eye could see. Piper couldn't see the walls. It was literally endless. Piper began shivering, even though the room wasn't cold.

"Where are we?" Piper asked. Enrique didn't answer. When he turned around to face her, his eyes were shining black. He raised his hands, and they were glowing similarly as well.

"I have come," He said, and his voice echoed through the room. Suddenly, the scene changed. They were in a room about fifty feet square, made of pure gold. King Tut was there, as well as Enrique. There was also a smallish creature standing near them on four legs. It looked like someone had taken a crocodile's head, put it on a hippo's body, gave it a lion's legs, and than shrunk the creature down to the size of a large dog.

"This is Ammit," Enrique said, gesturing to the crocodile-hippo-lion-thing.

There was an altar as well, with a scale. For some reason, that scale scared Piper out of her mind.

"Son of Anubis," The king said, and his voice seemed louder and deeper. Although in the back of her head she realized that he was speaking Ancient Egyptian, Piper still was able to understand him somehow. "You know the procedure."

"What's this all about?" Piper asked cautiously.

"Nothing much, we just have to weigh your heart, to determine your worthiness." Enrique said apologetically.

"What?" Piper asked.

"I'm sure you'll do fine. We weigh your heart against a feather. If it balances, your golden. If not..."

"If not what," Piper said harshly. Enrique looked down.

"Than Ammit will eat your heart."