They whipped their heads around to see none other than Quintus casually leaning by the doorway. Annabeth was just about prevented from storming towards him, "You! What are you doing here? What have you done with Daedalus!"

Quintus simply shot her a wry smile, "Believe me, my dear girl. You don't want to meet him."

She snarled, "Look traitor… We didn't fight a dragon woman, a three-bodied man, get ourselves blown up or escape a psychotic sphinx just to see you!. Now where is DAEDALUS!?"

He chortled a little as he calmly entered the work shop. Quintus said, "You think I'm an agent of Kronos? That I work for Luke?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes, "Obviously! Why else would you betray us?"

He mused, "I have to commend you. You really are an intelligent girl. However, I hate to burst your bubble, but you are wrong. I work only for myself."

Percy slowly went for his sword as he spoke, "Funny… We didn't get that impression when Luke mentioned you earlier."

Harry also piped up, "Geryon the rancher also mentioned that he knew you as well."

He didn't deny it, "Of course! I've been almost everywhere."

Quintus casually strolled past everyone to stand in front of the giant window. He clasped his hands behind his back and mused, "The view changes from day to day. It's always some place high up. Yesterday it was from a skyscraper overlooking Manhattan. The day before that, there was a beautiful view of Lake Michigan. But it keeps coming back to the Garden of the Gods. I think the Labyrinth likes it here. A fitting name, I suppose."

Percy exclaimed, "That can't be real! That has to be an illusion!"

Rachel said in a small voice, "Actually… its real. We're really in Colorado."

Quintus noticed the redhead for the first time. He sounded impressed, "You have clear vision, don't you? You remind me of a mortal girl I once knew. She was a princess who came to grief."

Percy snapped, "Quit the games! What have you done with Daedalus?"

Quintus chuckled mirthfully, as if he knew a joke's punchline that they hadn't got yet. He said, "My dear boy, you need lessons from your friend about clarity. I am Daedalus!"

Percy was taken aback, "But… how! Correct me if I'm wrong but Daedalus is known for being an architect and an inventor. Not for being a sword-fighter."

He replied, "I am all three. And a scholar. I also play basketball pretty well for a guy who didn't start until he was two thousand years old. A real artist must be good at many things."

Percy argued back, "But I've been having these dreams about him, and you look nothing like him."

Then a horrible thought struck him, "Unless…"

Quintus grinned as he saw the drachma drop. Percy breathed out, "You're an automaton. You made yourself a new body."

Annabeth cut in, "Percy, that's not possible. That – that can't be an automaton."

Quintus chuckled again, "Do you know what Quintus means, my dear children?"

"The fifth, in Latin. But –"

He told them, "This is my fifth body."

The swordsman held out his forearm. He pressed his elbow and part of his wrist popped open – a rectangular hatch in his skin. Underneath, bronze gears whirred. Wires glowed.

Rachel was in awe, though Percy was a little creeped out. Annabeth breathed in horror, "You found a way to transfer your animus into a machine? That's… not natural."

He replied back, "Oh, I assure you, my dear, it's still me. I'm still very much Daedalus. Our mother, Athena, makes sure I never forget that."

He shifted the collar of his shirt to reveal a small brand on the base of his neck. Harry growled, "A murderer's brand…"

Percy spoke up, "For your nephew, Perdix. You pushed him off the tower because of your petty jealousy."

Quintus grit his teeth to keep himself from snapping, "I did not push him. I simply –"

Percy interrupted him, "Made him lose his balance. Let him die."

Quintus turned away and gazed out of the windows at the purple mountains. He spoke softly, "I regret what I did. I was angry and bitter. But I cannot take it back, and Athena never lets me forget. As Perdix died, she turned him into a small bird – a partridge. She branded the bird's shape on my neck as a reminder. No matter what body I take, the brand always appears on my skin."

Finally, Percy asked the million dollar question, "Okay then… You really are Daedalus. Why did you come to the camp? Why spy on us?"

He replied, "To see if your camp was worth saving. Luke had given me one side of the story. I prefer to get both sides of the story and come to my own conclusions. I talked to him several times, and I must say, he is quite persuasive."

Annabeth persisted, "But now you've seen the camp! So you know we need your help. You can't let Luke through the maze!"

The now-revealed Daedalus just sighed and set his sword on the work table. He wearily said, "The maze is no longer mine to control, Annabeth. I created it, yes. In fact, it is tied to my life force. But I have allowed it to live and grow on its own. That is the price I paid for privacy."

Harry tilted his head in curiosity, "Privacy?"

The inventor nodded, "Aye… From the gods and death. I have been alive for two millennia, my dear, hiding from death."

Percy was puzzled, "But I thought it was hard to hide from Hades. I mean, he has the Furies."

Daedalus explained, 'They do not know everything. Or see everything. You have encountered them, Percy. You know this is true. A clever man can hide quite a long time and I have buried myself very deep. Only my greatest enemy has kept after me, and even him I have thwarted."

He turned to Harry, "You are aware of the Story of the Three Brothers, right? The youngest brother took the Cloak of Invisibility and used it to hide from Thanatos for a long time."

Harry replied, "That's true, but eventually, he reached a great age, took off the Cloak of Invisibility and greeted Death like an old friend. He never hid forever. By the way, how do you know that story?"

He smiled, "I've been in the Wizarding World before, many centuries ago. My sister Rowena came to me with three other demigods and asked me to help them build a school for witches and wizards. You think the four of them built the castle with their own hands? Sure, they had their magic, but I did most of the heavy lifting. I also helped build the Hogwarts Express that transports everyone to the school. Of course, I knew that the demigod world and the Wizarding World were not meant to know each other at the time, so the five of us swore to keep both worlds separate. Out of my respect for Rowena, Godric, Helga and Salazar, I kept my silence. I have not told Luke yet, nor do I plan to."

Percy interrupted, "You mentioned your greatest enemy. You mean Minos, right?"

Daedalus nodded, "He hunts for me relentlessly. Now that he is a judge of the dead, he would like nothing better than for me to come before him so he can punish me for my crimes. After Cocalus' daughters killed him, Minos's ghost began torturing me in my dreams. He promised that he would hunt me down. I did the only thing I could. I retreated from the world completely. I descended into my Labyrinth. I decided this would be my ultimate accomplishment: I would cheat death."

Annabeth sounded impressed, "And you did… For 2000 years."

Just then, a loud bark echoed from the corridor. Moments later, Mrs. O'Leary bounded in noisily. She slobbered on the quartet of young heroes and then tackled an amused Daedalus with an enthusiastic leap.

Daedalus fondly scratched behind her ears. He said, "There is my old friend! My only companion all these long lonely years. Yes, the whistle worked. Harry, Percy, you both have good hearts. I knew Mrs O'Leary liked both of you, Harry especially. I wanted to help you. Perhaps I – I felt guilty, as well."

Percy asked, "Guilty? About what?"

"That your quest would be in vain."

Annabeth was also confused, "What do you mean? You can still help us. You have to! Give us Ariadne's string so Luke can't get it."

He chuckled, "Ahh yes, the string. I told Luke that the eyes of a clear-sighted mortal are the best guide, but he did not trust me. He was so focused on the idea of a magical McGuffin. And the string works. It's not as accurate as your mortal friend here, perhaps. But good enough. Good enough. Unfortunately, you are several hours too late. Luke already has it."

A chill raced down the spines of the three demigods. Daedalus continued unabashed, "Kronos promised me freedom. Once Hades is overthrown, he will set me over the Underworld. I will reclaim my son Icarus. I will make things right with poor young Perdix. I will see Minos's soul cast into Tartarus, where it cannot bother me again. And I will no longer have to run from death."

Annabeth exploded, "That's your brilliant idea? You're going to let Luke destroy our camp, kill hundreds of demigods and then attack Olympus? You're going to bring down the entire world so you can get what you want?"

With each word, her once hero worship of Daedalus, committed suicide. The man shrugged almost uncaringly, "Your cause is doomed, my dear. I saw that as soon as I began to work at your camp. There is no way you can hold back the might of Kronos. I am doing what I must, my dear. The offer was too sweet to refuse. I'm sorry."

Annabeth was about to throw a fit, but Harry and Percy restrained her. Harry snarled, "We might not be able to hold back the might of Kronos, but at least we will die fighting. Not running away like a coward, like you."

Shaking furiously in the boys' grip, Annabeth blinked back angry tears and growled, "I used to respect you. You were my hero! You – you built amazing things. You solved problems. Now… I don't know what you are. Children of Athena are supposed to be wise, not just clever. Maybe you are just a machine. You should have died two thousand years ago."

Suddenly, Mrs O'Leary's ears pricked up, and she stood on guard. Then the doors burst open and Nico and Bianca were frog-marched in, The siblings were in chains, and behind them was Kelli the empousa, followed by two Laistrygonian giants. Bringing up the rear, floated the smirking figure of King Minos.

He looked almost solid now – a pale bearded king with cold eyes and tendrils of Mist coiling off his robes. His eyes fixed on Daedalus and he grinned menacingly, "There you are, my old friend!"

Clenching his jaw, Daedalus glared accusingly at the empousa, "What is the meaning of this!"

She smiled sweetly at him, "Luke sends his compliments. He thought you might like to see your old employer, Minos."

The inventor snapped, "This was not part of our agreement.'

Her smile got even bigger, "Oh, we know that. But we already have what we want from you, and we have other agreements to honour. Minos required something else from us, in order to turn over these fine young demigods. They'll be quite useful. And all Minos asked in return was your head, old man."

Daedalus paled, "Treachery."

She shrugged nonchalantly, "Get used to it."

The di Angelo siblings looked apologetic, "S-sorry guys. Minos told us that Voldemort escaped again and you were in danger. He convinced us to go back into the maze. He tricked all of us."

Percy glared at Kelli, "Where's Luke? Why isn't he here?"

She shot him a sweet smile as well, "Luke is… busy. He is preparing for the assault. But don't worry. We have more friends on the way. And in the meantime, I think I'll have a wonderful snack!"

As she said that, she transformed into her vampiric form and prepared to strike. Rachel's eyes darted around the room and then she whispered, "The wings! Can you guys buy me some time?"

Percy drew his sword, Harry his arrows and Annabeth her knife. Percy and Annabeth charged towards Kelli, Mrs. O'Leary leaped to her master's defence, while Harry went to free Nico and Bianca. Meanwhile, Rachel sneaked unnoticed towards the set of bronze wings.

Kelli slashed at Annabeth, but the blonde girl dodged. The demon was proving to be a nuisance, turning over tables, smashing inventions and wouldn't let them get close. Mrs O'Leary began tearing through one of the giants, sometimes literally. Daedalus grabbed for his sword, but the second giant smashed the workbench with his fist, and the sword went flying. A clay jar of Greek fire broke on the floor and began to burn, green flames spreading quickly. Meanwhile, Harry managed to free the di Angelo siblings.

Minos laughed sinisterly, "To me! Spirits of the dead!"

Nico scrambled to his feet and drew his sword, Bianca stood next to him and pointed her wand. Minos chortled again, "Oh you young fools! You do not control me! All this time, I have been controlling you! Power! But it is not you or your sister who will gain power! It is I, as soon as I slay the inventor!"

Hundreds of spirits began assembling around Minos. Nico yelled, "We are the children of Hades! Begone!"

Minos laughed, "You have no power over me. I am the lord of spirits! The ghost king!"

Nico snarled, "No! I AM The Ghost King!"

He stabbed his black blade into the floor, and it cleaved through the stone like butter.

Minos's form rippled and he wailed. "No! I will not –"

Bianca pointed her wand at him, the one that she won from Dumbledore. She yelled, "As for me! I am the Master of Death!"

The ground rumbled, The windows cracked and shattered to pieces, letting in a blast of fresh air. A fissure opened in the stone floor of the workshop. From Bianca's wand, a jet of light engulfed Minos and all his spirits, and they were all sucked into the void with a horrible wail.

In the hub-bub, Percy allowed himself to get distracted by the raw display of power. Kelli pounced on him and gloated, "You will taste wonderful! I always wanted to taste-"

Suddenly she gasped and her red eyes widened. Annabeth dug out her knife from the empousa's back and quipped, "If you have to kill someone, kill them. Don't just stand there talking about it."

With an awful screech, Kelli exploded into yellow vapour. There was no time to recover, as Mrs. O'Leary and Daedalus were still fighting. More voices echoed in the tunnels, indicating that reinforcements were coming.

Rachel was rushing around, fitting coppery wings onto everyone. As they lined up by the window, which has been broken in the chaos, Percy yelled, "Daedalus! Come on!"

He hollered back, "I'm not leaving Mrs. O'Leary! Go!"

Reluctantly, they all clambered up the window and jumped out. Several of them were flailing about, but Harry quickly got used to the wings and was pulling off a few daring manoeuvres. Meanwhile, Annabeth was coaching everyone else through the impromptu flight.

Everyone gently soared in the air, and Percy peeked back to see Daedalus' workshop billowing thick black smoke. Annabeth yelled, "We need to land! These wings won't last forever, and I don't want to find out its shelf life!"

The flock of six eventually landed, and not a moment too soon. The self-adhesive seals that bound the wings to their backs were already melting, and bronze feathers were being. shed. Sadly, the wings were not fixable, so they dumped them rather than have the mortals pilfer them.

When they tried to look back at the burning workshop, it had disappeared. No smoke, no broken windows, nothing. Annabeth mused, "It must have moved. There's no telling where."

Percy spoke up, "So how do we get back in the maze?"

She gazed at Pikes Peak pensively, "Maybe not. If Daedalus died… He said that his life force was tied to the Labyrinth. If he dies, the Labyrinth dies with him. Maybe that will stop Luke's invasion."

At that, Percy tried his hardest to not think about Tyson and Grover being in the Labyrinth when that happened. However, Nico and Bianca shook their heads, "He's not dead. We know when people die. It's hard to explain but we often get a feeling whenever someone dies."

Percy had a little hope in his eyes, "What about Grover and Tyson?"

Bianca frowned, "That's a little harder. That's because they're not human or demigod."

Annabeth began to move, "Come on. Let's get out of here. The sooner we can get back to camp, the better. We're going to have to get back to the Labyrinth and find a way back home."

Harry eyed Rachel, "What are you thinking? Knight Bus?"

She shook her head, "Too fast."

Then the redhead grimaced and muttered, "I'm probably going to regret this."

Aloud she said, "I have an idea."

She lead then to a nearby parking lot and then stopped briefly. Harry joked, "You're not seriously thinking of hot-wiring a car here, are you?"

She glared at him, "Don't be silly! Now wait here."

She trotted over to a big black Lexus parked near the edge of the lot. The driver was sitting in the car, wearing a suit and tie.

Rachel made her way over to the driver and spoke to him. He turned pale and hastily folded up his newspaper. The chauffeur nodded and fumbled for his cell phone. After a brief call, he opened the back door of the car for Rachel to get in. She pointed back in the group's direction, and the driver bobbed his head obediently.

Harry whistled appreciatively, "Blimey! She's good! Didn't even have to use the Confundus Charm on him."

As they piled in, it was clear that the car was pretty posh. The seats were leather. There was plenty of leg room. The back seat had flat-panel TVs built into the headrests and a mini-fridge stocked with bottled water, drinks and snacks.

The driver called out, "So, where to, Miss Dare?"

She replied, "I don't know Robert. Can you just drive around town until I let you know when to stop."

As they cruised down the road, Percy asked, "So how do you know this guy? He pretty much dropped everything to help you."

She grimaced, but didn't answer. There was nothing for a long time, but when they were just leaving Colorado Springs, Rachel sat up. She told Robert, "Hey, could you please get off the highway? I thought I saw something!"

The driver obeyed without question, even when she led him down a dirt path. They drove by a sign that read 'Western Museum of Mining and Industry'. Rachel then asked Robert to drop them off by an old mine entrance. He asked, "Are you sure you'll be alright? I'll be happy to call-"

She cut him off, "No thanks, we're fine."

He reluctantly left them and she breathed out in relief. Thankfully, the museum was closed, so no one would bother them. Upon hiking to the entrance, Rachel pointed to a padlocked and chained door, and sure enough, the familiar glowing blue Delta was on it.

The moment Harry touched the padlock, the chains fell and they forced the door open. The dirt tunnels turned to stone. They wound around and split off and basically tried to confuse the group, but Rachel was not to be deterred. So much so that, she hardly even paused when the tunnels offered a choice.

Along the way, Annabeth asked, "You know… I still can't figure out why that guy was willing to drop everything."

There was silence from Rachel, and then she finally sighed, "Okay fine… I guess you deserve the truth. So you know that my mum is a Squib in Wizarding circles, right? Because of her status, her family was pretty pissed because they were Purebloods. Mum desperately wanted to please them, so one day she went and met this rich businessman, Warren Dare, even though he was non-Magical. It was sort of a whirlwind thing and they were soon married. Then I was born and had my bouts of accidental magic. Since dad's pretty loaded, that's how some of these chauffeurs know me."

Harry piped up, "Does your dad know about magic?"

She shook her head, "That conversation never really came up, to be honest. Dad was practically married to his business. So mum kind of raised me on her own. Slowly, they kind of fell out and separated. Though I think now, Mum is going to divorce him soon."

After a while, Nico spoke up, "You know… I was thinking. Minos was right about one thing. Daedalus should have died. No one can avoid death for that long, it's unnatural."

Bianca nodded, "Yeah… In a way, Daedalus' fifth body is kind of like Voldemort's Horcruxes. Though, how do we know that with each body, Daedalus didn't start losing his sanity?"

They continued walking in silence for a while. Then Rachel stopped at a crossroads. One path led straight ahead, while a side path veered to the right. Annabeth asked, "Something wrong?"

The redhead stammered, "The-there's something… wrong about this path."

Then, a familiar smell hit Percy's nostrils. He breathed, "Eucalyptus… Like in California…"

Rachel trembled, "There's something evil down that tunnel. Something very powerful."

Bianca ominously said, "And the smell of death."

Annabeth guessed, "It's probably Luke's entrance. The one to Mount Othrys – the Titans' palace."

Percy drew his sword, "Guys… Stay here. I'll go check it out."

Annabeth shook her head, "No! I'm not leaving you!"

He protested, "Luke could be right there. Or Kronos. Its too dangerous for all of us. If they got hold of Nico or Bianca, or even Rachel, Kronos could take either take them hostage or kill them. Annabeth, Harry, you two stay and guard them."

He caught Harry's eye and the latter understood was what left unsaid. Percy was worried about what Annabeth would do if she saw Luke again. He was far too good at manipulating her and wrapping her around his finger. Even if Luke was clearly too far entrenched, she would still want to try and save him.

Annabeth stepped up, "At least take this… Be careful. If we think something is wrong, we're coming after you, got it?"

He nodded and put on the cap, and then the agonising wait began.

This lasted for about 10 minutes before Annabeth began to fret and the group elected to take the path that Percy took. Near the exit, Harry and the others heard voices and they quickly hid. Bianca pulled out the Cloak of Invisibility and quickly spread it over the five of them.

Annabeth whispered to Harry, "I though the Cloak belonged to your dad, Harry."

He murmured back, "Well, it did belong to Lord Hades first, so I figured, who better to have it than Bianca and Nico."

As they sneaked under the cover of the cloak, they saw the speakers, a couple of telkhines. Right behind them was a familiar figure, Ethan Nakamura. The group were near the summit of Mount Tamalpais and entered a giant fortress. Inside the massive main hall, giant black marble statues lined up along the walls. At the end of the room on a dais was a three metre long open casket.

There was a sudden exclamation from one of the telkhines, as it rushed over to the open sarcophagus. It cried, "What has happened!"

The other demon warned, "Careful you fool! Perhaps he stirs. We must present the gifts now. Immediately!"

The two telkhines shuffled forward and knelt, holding up a wicked-looking scythe on its wrapping cloth. One said, "My lord, Your symbol of power is remade."

There was dead silence.

"You fool," the other telkhine grumbled. "He requires the half-blood first."

Ethan back-pedalled, "Whoa, what do you mean, he requires me?"

The first telkhine hissed, "Don't be a coward! He does not require your death. Only your allegiance. Pledge him your service. Renounce the gods. That is all."

Somewhere to the hidden group's left, a familiar voice yelled, "NO! Ethan, don't!"

It was at that moment that Harry really wanted to strangle Percy Jackson. Said boy took off the baseball cap and pleaded, "Ethan, don't listen to them. Help me destroy it."

Ethan calmly turned towards Percy, his eye patch blending in with the shadows on his face. His expression was something like pity, "I told you not to spare me, Percy. 'An eye for an eye.' You ever hear that saying? I learned what it means the hard way – when I discovered my godly parent. I'm the child of Nemesis, Goddess of Revenge. And this is what I was made to do."

He turned towards the dais and announced, "I renounce the gods! What have they ever done for me? I will see them destroyed. I will serve Kronos."

The building rumbled. A wisp of blue light rose from the floor at Ethan Nakamura's feet. It drifted towards the coffin and began to shimmer, like a cloud of pure energy. Then it descended into the sarcophagus.

Annabeth barely suppressed a gasp when Luke, of all people, sat bolt upright. His eyes opened, and they were no longer blue. They were golden, the same colour as the coffin. He leaped out of the coffin with ease, and where his feet touched the floor, the marble froze like craters of ice.

He looked at Ethan and the telkhines with those golden eyes, as if he were a new-born baby, not sure what he was seeing. Then he looked at Percy, and a smile of recognition crept across his mouth.

He spoke for the first time, and the voice made everyone's skin crawl, "This body has been well prepared. Don't you think so, Percy Jackson?"

He threw back his head and laughed, "Luke feared you. His jealousy and hatred have been powerful tools. It has kept him obedient. For that I thank you."

Percy finally reacted, lunging and thrusting his blade straight at his chest. However, his skin deflected the blow like it was made of pure steel.

Underneath the cloak, Nico's eyes widened and he whispered, "Holy… If he's done what I think he's done… That crazy son of a-"

Luke looked quite amused, he flicked his hand and Percy was sent flying to the other end of the room.

As Percy struggled to his feet, Luke grasped the handle of the scythe. He admired it, "Ah… much better. Backbiter, Luke called it. An appropriate name. Now that it is reforged completely, it shall indeed bite back."

Percy groaned, "What have you done with Luke?"

Kronos in Luke's body, raised his scythe, "He serves me with his whole being, as I require. The difference is, he feared you, Percy Jackson. I do not."

Percy tried to bolt, but he was responding far too slowly. Kronos casually approached and taunted, "Run little hero, run!"

The hidden group were also frozen, but fortunately, no one was looking in their direction. Suddenly, Rachel yanked off the cloak and yelled, "Percy!"

Before anyone could react, she flung her blue plastic hair brush at Kronos, nailing him in the eye. His exclamation of pain definitely sounded like Luke, and that distraction was enough for Percy to charge towards his friends.

A shell-shocked Annabeth just about squeaked, "Luke? What-"

She was cut off abruptly by Percy grabbing her shirt and dragging her away as fast as he could. The rest of them bolted away immediately. As they neared the Labyrinth entrance, Kronos bellowed, "AFTER THEM!"

As he ran, Nico clapped his hands together, causing a titanic jagged spire of rock to burst from the ground and barricade the front entrance of the palace. The tremor was enough to topple the front columns of the fortress.

No one stopped running, even after entering the Labyrinth. They kept running and it was a long time before exhaustion set in and they slowed down. At that moment, Annabeth crumpled to her knees and she was in tears.

Bianca moved over to comfort her and everyone was silent, save for her sobbing. Finally, she lifted her head, "What … what was wrong with Luke? What did they do to him?"

Percy shakily spoke, "When I went to investigate, I saw his body with a big hole in it. When Ethan pledged himself to Kronos' service, the hole filled up and Kronos became whole."

Annabeth looked even more distraught, "No! That can't be true! He couldn't. You saw when Rachel hit him, just for a second, he was dazed and came back to his senses."

Percy was still doubtful, "I guess you're right. But then again, Kronos probably hadn't fully settled in his body."

Then Annabeth got mad, "You want him to be evil! Is that it? You didn't know him before, Percy. I did!"

Percy snapped, "What's with you? Why do you keep defending him?!"

Rachel was going to interrupt, but Harry stopped her. Percy and Annabeth glared at each other for a bit, before turning away. Her lower lip trembled and she started sobbing again.

They stayed like that for a while, and then the di Angelo siblings got up. Bianca breathed, "Come on… We can't stay here for too long. They're bound to send more monsters after us."

Reluctantly, everyone got up and began walking. Percy hesitantly walked up to Annabeth, "Hey… For the record… I'm sorry. If you never want to see me again, I'll understand. I guess children of Poseidon and Athena were never supposed to get along."

He was about to walk away, when she grabbed his hand. He turned and she took a deep breath, "No, I'm sorry. I-I'm alright. Listen… What you said about us... That's not true… I was just angry. I don't want to lose you too."

They walked in silence for a while, when Harry froze in his tracks. Since he was leading the group, everyone else bumped into him. Percy's heart crawled into his throat when he gazed in the direction that Harry was also staring at. Lying on the ground, lit up by Harry's sword, was a crumpled red Rasta cap.