Where Tom was being held, it was devoid of most light. He had grown accustomed to digging by just the light of the thing's... he didn't even know what they were. Ears? Whatever they were, they glowed whenever the things spoke. He gripped the shovel that he had been given and got back to work. The things got angry if someone wasn't working.
Later that day, after the things had let their captives go back to their cells, Tom began to whisper with one of the other prisoners, Annabeth. Talking to her was the only thing keeping him sane. She had also been taken from someone she loved. Her boyfriend, Percy, was back at camp along with Katt, the only person who trusted Tom. A brilliant gold light burst into being above Tom's head in the shape of a glowing gold lyre. Annabeth bent her head. "You have been claimed, son of Apollo."
