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"Let's stop here," Rachel panted as we ran into a huge room.

"Are we safe?" Grover asked.

"When are we ever safe?" I muttered.

We sat down in the center, and I shivered a little bit.

"Is your leg okay?" Grover asked.

"I don't know," I said. Now that we were temporarily out of danger, my leg was aching again. "I guess so. Yeah."

"Daedalus gave me his inventions," Rachel said rummaging around her purse. She pulled out a small Ziploc bag of what looked like lemon bars. "Here. Just a tiny piece though."

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's like a solid version of the thing you were drinking," she said. "He decided to call it ambrosia and nectar."

"The food and drink of the gods," Grover said.

I broke off a small piece and ate it. It tasted like popcorn, and I felt the pain dissipate.

"Does anyone want to take a short nap?" Grover yawned.

"Yeah," Rachel said.

Grover passed out immediately and started snoring.

"I'll take first watch," I said. "Sleep."

"After what I just saw?" Rachel sighed. "Alright. I'll try. Wake us up for second watch, okay?"

"Sure," I said, and she used her purse as a pillow and fell asleep.

I sighed and rocked on my knees back and forth. My hands tapped the ground, looking for something to do. Speaking of which, it was getting dark. I uncapped my sword, but that only provided a faint bronze light that only succeeded in making things more ghostly.

I played with the hilt of my sword, rolling it around in my hands. What time was it back up there? Did time even go at the same pace here?

Grover grunted in his sleep and said, "Foood."

Typical Grover, I thought.

I wondered how my mom was doing. I was going to try contacting her, but I forgot. Guilt washed over me. How could I forget about my own mother? I hoped that Gabe didn't find her. Then again, he was too lazy to even go to the restroom (it got really smelly on the couch).

I couldn't stand being still anymore with these stupid thoughts. I got up, sword in hand and started pacing around the room. The air started to get cold which was no surprise since we were underground. Was this even considered underground?

I kicked a pebble in frustration. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't leave, and it was dark, so I'd probably crash into something or fall into a pit. Plus, I didn't bring extra layers.

That was it. I had to do something. I got a stick and wrote in the dirt, Went for a walk. Just wait for me when you wake up. If you need me, follow my trail. –Percy

It probably wasn't the wisest idea, leaving my friends in danger, but I'd hear something. I'd come right back if something happened.

I gathered a huge pile of pebbles, and dropped them as I went along in the maze, feeling like Hansel and Gretel. There were strange drawings on the wall that looked like those ancient Greek and Roman drawings on vases.

I heard something strange a bit farther away, and tried to locate where it was coming from. I could barely make out the voice now.

"Percy…." Annabeth's voice said.

"Annabeth?" I called. My voice echoed through the narrow passageway.

"Here," she said, a bit louder. She broke out into a fit of coughing.

I ran through the passageway, but there was a strange chill on my back. Something wasn't right.

"Annabeth, are you here?" I asked as I reached a big tunnel.

"Here," she said, but when I turned in the location of her voice, I saw a one eyed creature staring at me hungrily. "Just in time for dinner."

"Oh my god," I said, almost passing out. Was this thing a Cyclops? My stomach churned.

The Cyclops charged at me with his hands reaching out on either side as if he wanted a hug. Thankfully he was big enough for me to roll under. I slashed at his back, and he roared.

"I won't be someone's dinner that easily," I said.

The Cyclops punched the tunnel and ripped out a huge chunk of the wall. He raised his arms over his head and threw the boulder.

I ducked and shielded my head as it hit the area above my head. The pieces of the broken rock rained upon my head.

He ran at me again, but I swung my sword at his legs, and he tripped. I jumped to avoid getting flattened. I mean, being flattened by a smelly monster isn't my number one way to die.

The Cyclops grinned. "Got you."

He grabbed my legs to keep me from moving, and started strangling my neck. I gagged, both from the smell and pain.

"You'll make a good meal," he rumbled.

"No, don't," I croaked. His grip strengthened.

My mind started getting fuzzy. I wasn't getting enough oxygen. After being dehydrated for so long, this wasn't a good feeling.

"Who's going to stop me?" he said, and unhinged his jaw.

I gagged again as his smelly breath. He really needed to go to a dentist to check up on his teeth too.

I guess this is it, I thought. The last thing I'll ever see will be this guy's rotten teeth.

I closed my eyes, and felt myself being dropped. Instead of going into the monster's mouth, I fell on the floor on my head. The impact echoed through my head.

"How low can you go to start imitating a friend's voice to lure someone?" someone said.

There was a scream followed by a big thump.

"Percy, wake up," Annabeth said, shaking me. "I know you're alive."

I moved my mouth to speak, but couldn't. My eyes wouldn't operate either.

"Okay," she sighed. "I'm not another Cyclops, so don't freak, okay? I'm going to help you up, and we're going to follow your stones back to wherever you were. Okay?"

She wrapped her arms around me and helped me stand up. She put my arm around her shoulder and did the same for her arm.

"Try opening your eyes again," she said. "I don't want to be responsible for you smacking your face on a wall."

"How nice," I croaked.

"I'd feel sorry for the wall, personally, but try," Annabeth said.

I blinked hard. I saw something, and blinked a few more times.

"You okay now?" Annabeth asked. Her hair was down, and had her dagger in her hand.

"Yeah," I said, sucking in some air.

"I'm just going to help you walk. I think you can see perfectly fine on your own," she said.

I smiled. "Yup. You won't have to see my pretty little face crashing into a wall."

She scoffed. "Whatever, Seaweed Brain."

"So what happened to you?" I asked. "Like how did you get in the Labyrinth? I thought you weren't coming."

"I went to check Nico's room," she said. "Seems rather strange that he just disappeared, doesn't it? I found an entrance to the Labyrinth there, but it looked dug out, almost. Most of it was unintentional in a way.

"Luke found me a few minutes after I went in there. He asked me if I would join him, but of course I refused. So he took me captive, and made me fight in the arena. After that, well, I was just wandering around most of the time, and popped out in a few random places like Alcatraz and stuff."

"All that in a few hours?"

"Time flows differently in the Labyrinth," Annabeth said. "Time isn't stable here, so some parts of it have faster or slower time than others. Like for example, when I popped out to Colorado, several months passed, but in Alcatraz, only a day or two."

"I have no idea what that means, but thanks," I said.

"Why am I not surprised?" she sighed.

"Well, you are Wise Girl after all."

"You suck at making nicknames."

"Oh, shut up."

Our eyes met, and she quickly looked away. "The trail stopped."

She was right. My Hansel and Gretel trail disappeared, but Grover and Rachel weren't here. There was no trace of them.

"But… they were here a moment before," I said.

"The Labyrinth is strange. It tricks you," she said. "Maybe the path changed or something."

"They're not dead though, right?" I said.

"I doubt it. They're both resourceful, and they're not weak," Annabeth said. "We should try to get to New York that's not near the school."

"So… how?"

"I think we can drill our way into a basement or something," she mused. "Most of the entrances and exits were smooth transitions."

"I fell down the girls' restroom."

Annabeth made a sound that sounded like a mixture of coughing and laughing. "Well, isn't that lovely?"

"Very," I grumbled.

"We can think of contacting them after we get out of here," Annabeth said. "But be careful. There are other people down here, and some of them are students gone mad."

"Did you meet any?"

She nodded. "It wasn't nice. I ran into Chris Rodriguez, but luckily or unluckily there was an exit near us that was near this mental hospital, so he was taken there."

"What was wrong with him?" I frowned. I had hardly known Chris, but he seemed like a pretty cool and chill guy to me. I mean, he hung out with Clarisse, and that was not easy feat.

"He was babbling about string," she recalled.

"String," I said.

"Yes, string," she said. "I don't know what it was about, but string."

"Which way now?" I asked, once we reached a fork.

"That way," she said, pointing to the left.

"How do you know?"

"Deductive reasoning."

"So… you're guessing."

She rolled her eyes. "Let's go."

We walked down a long hallway which reminded me of the school's at night.

"Percy?" Annabeth said.

"Yeah?"

"Is it just me, or does everything seem darker and… dead down here?"

I frowned as I tried to see what she meant, but I definitely felt it. Something felt odd and a bit off about here. There was a dark aura.

Annabeth yelped as she almost fell down a hole.

"What is that?" I asked.

"A hole, what do you think?" she said.

"Gee, thanks. But what's it doing here?"

Somehow someone dug out a hole about ten feet deep in the middle of a tiled floor. Why they would do that down here, I didn't know.

I heard faint, eerie sounds, and turned around. "You hear that?"

Annabeth nodded. "But what is it?"

I saw something shimmering out of the corner of my eye. It was a pale humanoid figure, but you could see through it. There were more, floating around it. Ghosts.

"Please tell me that I'm not hallucinating," I murmured.

Annabeth paled. "I wish."

She grabbed my hand, and I blushed. But I didn't pull away. I wanted reassurance that someone else was alive here too.

The ghosts came closer, and they separated, hovering around random places. They started approaching us in large numbers. One of them screamed in our face.

I made the most unmanly-est scream ever.

"Do we run?" I asked.

"Well, no duh!" Annabeth said, and we ran back from where we came from.

I noticed that Annabeth was still grabbing my hand, not letting go.

"We won't get separated," I reassured.

Her face flushed. "Well, it's best to be careful, isn't it?"

We stopped when the howling of the ghosts disappeared.

"Why are there ghosts down here?" Annabeth muttered.

"I didn't even think ghosts were real," I added.

"Well, after all we've been through, I guess it's not the most impossible thing," she shrugged.

We caught our breath, and promptly collapsed. I didn't know why I felt so weak, but after seeing those ghosts, I just felt like all the energy got drained out of me.

"If every turn is going to be like this, it's going to take a long time to get back to the surface," Annabeth sighed.

"But we won't give up, will we?" I said. "We'll all get out of here. I know it."

She gave me a sly smile. "Well, if I knew that I had to stay this long with you, I would've preferred a different partner."

"Hey!"

"Just kidding," she laughed. "You ready? Let's try the other tunnel."