LAST TIME
"Round one!" Antaeus announced. The gates opened, and a dracaena slithered out. She had a trident in one hand and a weighted net in the other— classic gladiator style.
Instead of waiting, I just threw my axe at the dracaena, killing her, and leaving the trident and net behind. A moment later, I summoned my axe back.
It was anti-climatic in the extreme.
"No!" Antaeus bellowed. "Too fast! You must wait for the kill. Only I can give that order!"
I glanced over at Annabeth and Rachel. I had to find a way to get them free, maybe distract their guards.
"Nice work, Thals. I see you got a new weapon."
"Round two!" Antaeus yelled. "And slower this time! More entertainment! Wait for my call before killing anybody. OR ELSE!"
The gates to the Arena opened again, and a short figure of a human came out, wearing classic Greek armor. A sword as black as night, glowing with an eerie purple tinge was strapped to his side.
Stygian iron.
The guy removed his helmet, making his pitch-black hair fall onto his shoulders, his black eyes wide.
I nearly choked on my spit, seeing his face.
"Nico!?"
Ch.39 The Greatest Inventor
THALIA POV
"Thalia? What are you doing here? Is Bianca here?"
"No, Bianca isn't here, and I am on a quest," I replied hurriedly. "What the hell are you doing here though!?"
"I— I am on a mission for my father. They captured me and said that I could leave if I won all my fights. I won two already!"
I glanced at Luke, and I knew the bastard was never going to fulfill that promise. No, a son of Hades would be too tempting for him to let go.
And promises meant nothing to him. Nothing did.
"See, Nico," I whispered in a low voice. "These motherfuckers are not going to let you go. You are here to fight till death."
"What?"
"So, some plan—"
"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING!?" Antaeus bellowed. "FIGHT!"
I glanced above and saw that the giant was standing, leaning over the railing, glaring at us.
"What are we gonna do?" Nico whispered, his dark eyes flitting around as the monsters roared.
"We are two children of the Big Three. Think." I muttered to myself, taking a step away from Nico. "I am going to cause a distraction. A few monsters are holding Annabeth and Ra—another girl captive. Redhead, lots of freckles. She's mortal. Free them and then we escape. At my signal."
"BEGIN!" Anateus roared, banging his fist.
Instead of going for Nico, I called to my powers. The vastness of the sky. The destructiveness of storms. The power of lightning.
Electricity coursed through my veins and the taste of ozone flooded my tongue. As I opened my eyes, bolts of electric blue lightning filled my vision. Electricity wreathed my body like a blanket, as I found myself lifted above the ground. The wind howled wildly across the Arena, making monsters all around take a few steps back.
'I am Thalia fucking Grace,' I told myself. 'The daughter of the king of gods. I am a huntress of Artemis. I slayed the Titaness, Aura. I can—'
My self-motivation speech was interrupted as Anateus laughed deeply. "That's what I am talking about! Some entertainment! The daughter of Zeus versus a son of Hades! FIGHT!"
I took a deep breath.
'Well, if he only knew.'
With a yell, bolts of lightning exploded out of my body, raining down on the crowd of monsters. Simultaneously, the biggest bolt headed straight for the place where Anateus and Luke sat.
Monsters exploded into golden dust across the arena while Anateus extended a hand to intercept the bolt of lightning.
The bolt hit his open palm and I stared in astonishment as it ate up the bolt. The giant barely grunted glaring at me.
What happened next was so fast that my eyes had trouble following the events. Anateus whirled around and picked up his throne before hurling it at me like a basketball.
A huge seat, twice the size of my body, made of solid celestial bronze, sailed through the air toward where I was floating.
It was only due to Percy's demigod training that I moved as my instincts tingled like crazy.
The throne hit the ground with a horrible clang, flattening a score of monsters as it skidded toward the Arena wall.
My eyes caught Luke's, who smiled evilly at me from behind the giant.
"BAD SPORT!" Anateus roared, making the arena rumble. "STOP RIGHT NOW!"
"STOP ME IF YOU CAN, MOTHERFUCKER!" I yelled right back.
The giant leaped from the balcony, straight toward me, his hands extended.
With a yell, I unleashed a bolt of lightning straight at him as I flew out of his way.
I was getting good at flying. Maybe I could be like Superman with thunder power instead of laser eyes. That's a thought.
The bolt of lightning, much more powerful than my last one, seemed to have an effect, as the guy was blown straight out of trajectory and hit the ground.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Nico free Annabeth and Rachel. Annabeth immediately got into action, taking her spear back from the dracaena and skewering half a dozen monsters in seconds.
I saw the monsters regrouping and I knew we had to move fast. I knew that I was not Percy. Dude would've probably set the whole Arena on fire by now, killing every monster in here. Probably even Luke.
That would've been good.
I was shaken out of my musings, as a roar seemed to echo through the Labyrinth.
'Shit. Concentrate. Stupid ADHD.'
Taking a deep breath, I let my power fill my weapon as Percy had taught me. Lightning wreathed my ax as it thrummed in my hand. With a flick of my wrist, I sent it flying straight at Antaeus.
Before he could react, my axe went through his chest as his body spammed with electricity.
Antaeus bellowed in pain as I waited for him to disintegrate. No monster could ever withstand a direct hit from my ax like that.
But Antaeus groped for the hilt, pulled out the ax, and tossed it behind him.
Sand poured from the wound, but the earth rose to cover him. Dirt coated his body all the way to his chest. As soon as the dirt spilled away, Antaeus was fine.
"Now you see why I never lose, demigod!" Antaeus gloated. "Come here and let me crush you. I'll make it quick!
I scoffed internally, even if my heartbeats were climbing.
Just what the fuck was that? Who healed with sand?
"THALIA! He's a son of Gaea and Poseidon!" Annabeth yelled as she drove her spear through the back of a Hyperborean Giant. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Nico defending Rachel from a couple of Cyclopes and a Hellhound.
Gaea. The Primordial of Earth. One of the most ancient goddesses of all. Mother of Titans and the Gigantes. She was Anateus' mother.
That explained why the earth was healing the guy. It was like water healing Percy.
That was not to mention the fact that Poseidon was his father… making Anateus a god. Half god–half titan something probably.
"I am the greatest wrestler in the world, girl," he warned. "I have been wrestling since the first pankration! You cannot defeat me!"
I didn't know what the hell pankration was, but I could bet it had something to do with wrestling. Probably to death or something.
With a gesture of my hand, my axe flew back into my palm, crackling with electricity.
"You cannot do anything against me, demigod. Come down and accept death!" Anateus bellowed.
That was when I realized that I was still in the air, out of his reach, and cracking with electricity.
'The earth heals him. So I need to get him off the ground.' I thought to myself.
Before I could make a plan, the arena shook.
I felt goosebumps rise on my skin as the torches around the place dimmed.
Even Anateus began to look around. That was when the ground split open and dozens of skeletons poured out of the cracks. Skeletons dressed in Ancient Greek Armor or US military uniforms.
"ATTACK THE MONSTERS! KILL THEM!" Nico's voice rang and the skeletons charged.
Suddenly, a huge bark rang out through the Arena.
"AROOOOF!"
Everyone screamed alike as a twenty feet tall, black dog with three heads barreled through the Arena, tossing monsters around like rag dolls.
Cerberus. The guardian of the Underworld.
"THALIA, COME ON!" Annabeth yelled as she swatted an empousa away with her spear.
I willed myself to fly over to them, electrocuting monsters on my way.
I landed with a thud on the ground just as Nico and Rachel joined us.
"You did that?" I asked breathlessly.
"My father gave me a whistle—" Nico heaved, showing the palm of his hand. Broken pieces of what looked like ice, laid innocently in his palm.
"Stygian ice," Annabeth breathed. "One-time use."
I looked back for a scant second as a roar echoed through the Arena.
"It was to be used in emergencies. So, I did." Nico said, flustered.
"Let's go," I ordered, pulling the group with me as I blasted the Laestrygonians guarding the arena doors with two bolts of lighting.
"Close the doors!" Annabeth yelled as we ran out of the doors.
Skidding to a halt, I banged my axe on the floor of the Labyrinth, making a wind howl through the tunnel, closing the doors with a bang.
"Handy," Rachel panted. "You all okay?"
"Yeah," Annabeth said, as she retracted the spear and blew her blonde hair out of her face.
"We don't have much time," I said, as the place seemed to shake, punctuated by the loud barks of the Cerberus. "Which way now?"
"Where are you all going?" Nico piped up, raising his hand.
"You don't need to raise your hand," Annabeth said. "And we are going to find Daedalus."
"Daedalus. Like the guy who invented this maze?" Nico asked with a confused frown.
"Yes, exactly like him."
THALIA POV
"We're here," Rachel announced. "Daedalus' workshop."
I blinked the harsh neon lights out of my eyes as I saw the huge double metal doors in front of me. In the center of the doors, the delta symbol, one as big as my palm was inscribed.
"So much for it being in the oldest part of the maze," Nico said sarcastically, making Annabeth glare at him. Nico instantly took a step back.
"What do we do? Do we—"
I didn't wait, strolling forward to place my hand on the symbol. The symbol glowed harshly before the doors slid open automatically.
"Let's go."
The first thing that struck me was the daylight—blazing sun coming through giant windows. Not the kind of thing you expect in the heart of a dungeon.
The workshop was like an artist's studio, with thirty-foot ceilings and industrial lighting, polished stone floors, and workbenches along with windows. A spiral staircase led up to a second-story loft. Half a dozen easels displayed hand-drawn diagrams of buildings and machines that looked like Leonardo da Vinci sketches. Several laptop computers were scattered around on the tables. Glass jars of green oil—Greek fire—lined one shelf.
There were inventions, too—weird metal machines I couldn't make sense of. One was a bronze chair with a bunch of electrical wires attached to it, like some kind of torture device. In another corner stood a giant metal egg about the size of a man. There was a grandfather clock that appeared to be made entirely of glass, so you could see all the gears turning.
And hanging on the wall were several sets of bronze and silver wings.
"Di immortales," Annabeth muttered. She ran to the nearest easel and looked at the sketch. "He's a genius. Look at the curves on this building!"
"And an artist," Rachel said in amazement. "These wings are amazing!"
The wings looked more advanced than the ones I'd seen in my dreams. The feathers were more tightly interwoven. Instead of wax seals, self-adhesive strips ran down the sides.
I tightened my hold on the ax in my hand as I analyzed my surroundings.
Where was Daedalus?
The workshop looked like it had been recently used. The laptops were running their screensavers. A half-eaten blueberry muffin and a coffee cup sat on a workbench.
I walked to the window. The view outside was amazing. I recognized the Rocky Mountains in the distance. We were high up in the foothills, at least five hundred feet, and down below a valley spread out, filled with a tumbled collection of red mesas and boulders and spires of stone. It looked like some huge kid had been building a toy city with skyscraper-size blocks, and then decided to knock it over.
"Where are we?" Nico wondered as he walked beside me.
"Colorado Springs," a voice said behind us. "The Garden of the Gods."
I whirled around, my axe cracking with electricity. Nico unsheathed his sword while Annabeth yelped, as her spear appeared in her hand.
Standing on the spiral staircase above us was a man. A pretty normal-looking dude with graying hair. You probably wouldn't glance at him twice if you saw him in a subway. Except for the fact that he was wearing Greek Armor and had a sword in his hand.
"Daedalus?" Rachel asked wearily, analyzing the man.
He smiled easily. "The one and only."
There was a hint of pride in his voice. Hell, it overflowed with arrogance.
"You— you should be dead." Nico breathed suddenly, as his sword glowed.
"A son of Hades, I assume," Daedalus said as he descended the stairs leisurely. "Let's see."
He picked a tablet off the table and scrolled through it, his sword still in his hand.
"Nico Di Angelo. Son of Hades. Born January 1932— damn, you can't look so young."
Rachel seemed to have the same thoughts as she whipped around, looking wide-eyed at Nico.
Nico just stared back at the man, his black eyes boring into Daedalus.
"Anyhow, you are Thalia Grace, Daughter of Zeus. Born 1987. Got turned into a tree. Revived by the golden fleece's magic, huh? You are a huntress of Artemis. Notable achievements include— you killed a Titaness? Impressive."
"Yes, I killed a Titaness. You are a demigod. Think what I can do to you." I said, raising my ax which cracked with stray bolts of electricity. "Put the tablet and the sword down and step back from the counter."
"I am afraid I cannot do that. And I really advise you to stop with the electricity. It might destroy some of the most brilliant inventions throughout history. Things you could only dream of."
"Liiike?" I drawled.
Daedalus walked forward excitedly and tapped a disc. Immediately, holographic screens— stuff you only see in movies popped all around us.
"Huh? Which movie did you steal that from?" I said, looking at my 3-D photo on one of the screens.
"I— I didn't steal it!" Daedalus said, affronted. "These are my inventions! Made way before colored movies were made! You, girl, have no idea of what I can do! You don't appreciate the finesse of creation."
"Hard to, when you can blow most of them with a thought," I replied, shooting a bolt of lightning at the disc.
The screens disappeared as smoke billowed out of the disc.
Daedalus stared at me in shock, and so did Annabeth and Rachel.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? THAT WAS STATE OF THE ART—"
"Blah blah blah. Fuck you."
Daedalus whirled at me, his eyes glowing. I could hear the whirling of gear as he raised his sword.
"You will pay for that, daughter of Zeus."
"Oh, I will make you pay, Daedalus," Nico's voice rang out and Daedalus froze.
I looked around and saw Nico was no longer standing next to me. He was right behind Daedalus, his stygian iron sword perched at Daedalus's neck, glowing eerily.
"You are not meant to be alive," Nico hissed. "You defied death. You are way overdue."
"Put the sword down, boy," he hissed.
Nico edged the sword deeper. Unexpectedly, sparks came out of Daedalus's ears as his eyeballs went haywire.
Literally.
All of a sudden, Daedalus whirled around, knocking the sword out of Nico's hand with a clang and pushing him back. His sword was at Nico's throat this time.
"I told you to keep that thing away—"
"You're an automaton!" Annabeth exclaimed, making Daedalus stop in his tracks as he turned to look at Annabeth, his sword still at Nico's throat.
"Yes," He admitted after a moment. "Yes, I am."
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.
"That's amazing!" Rachel said.
"That's weird," I said.
"You found a way to transfer your animus into a machine?" Annabeth breathed. "That's…not natural."
"Oh, I assure you, my dear, it's still me. I'm still very much Daedalus. My mother, Athena, makes sure I never forget that." He tugged back the collar of his shirt, as his sword was still posed in Nico's direction, even if the boy had backed away.
At the base of his neck was the mark I had never seen before—the dark shape of a bird grafted to his skin.
"A murderer's brand," Nico hissed.
"For your nephew, Perdix," I guessed. "The boy you pushed off the tower."
Daedalus's face darkened. "I did not push him. I simply—"
"Made him lose his balance," I said. "Let him die."
Daedalus gazed out the windows at the purple mountains. "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 appears on my skin."
"Much less than you deserve," Nico growled, making Daedalus chuckle.
"Maybe."
"How do you hide from the other gods? Hades especially?" Rachel blurted.
"They do not know everything," he said. "Or see everything. This maze is magical. Sentient. The maze is no longer mine to control, even. 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 from the gods. A small price. But— but I think I no longer would have to hide."
"Excuse me?" Annabeth asked.
"Kronos promised me freedom," Daedalus said. "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. And I will no longer have to run from death."
"What?"
"I am afraid that Luke already has the Aridnae's string. You're far too late. In exchange, once the gods are overthrown, I will be free. And the architect of a new world."
I found blood draining from my face. Daedalus had given Luke the string. It won't take Luke long to launch an offensive through the Labyrinth.
The camp might be ready, but I knew it would be overrun with only Clarisse as the most powerful demigod there.
Unless Percy had returned from wherever he had been after Saint Helens.
I knew we needed to get back to the camp. Fast. We couldn't rely on luck. Not now.
Annabeth and I needed to be there when the attack happened.
We might not be Percy but together, we still could take out an army of monsters. Especially with Clarisse leading the campers.
Say what you might about the girl, but she knew war and command like the back of her hand.
"That's your brilliant idea?" Annabeth yelled. "You're going to let Luke destroy your 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?"
Annabeth pushed over an easel. Architectural drawings scattered across the floor as she strolled nearer to him.
"If that's what it takes," He said simply. "You are just pawns in a game, my dear. Sister, I assume. Daughter of Athena?"
"Yes. Yes, Athena's my mother." Annabeth scowled. "And you've no right to call me sister. You have been disowned!"
"I have calculated every equation. The titans are too strong. Their allies are limitless as compared to Olympus. I am doing what I must. The offer was too sweet to refuse. I'm sorry. If I want to survive, I must adjust my sails as the wind blows. I am not going to blow everything— my legacy, over the wrong side. I have much more to do for this world."
"The murders of hundreds of innocent demigods. Sure you're going down in history." Nico muttered.
"Your cause is doomed, my dear. There is no way you can hold back the might of Kronos."
I snorted derisively at that, making him look at me with raised eyebrows.
"I think you've not heard of any recent happenings? The fight on Mount Othrys? The fight between the hunt and the Titan forces?"
Daedalus frowned. "No? But I know the allies of the titans. Olympus has deserted a lot of minor gods, most of whom now side with the titans or stay neutral. They have an army of monsters. A legion of demigods. And scores of gods on their side. All Olympus has are the Olympians themselves and you demigods. The Huntresses of Artemis at the stretch. Impressive bunch, you three here. But I am afraid that the probability of you winning against them is in decimal points."
I snorted again.
Daedalus seemed to be far too isolated and gone to be up to date with the world. And too stupid to rely on the information that the titans probably gave him. So much for the world's greatest inventor.
"You disagree, Thalia?" He asked with an amused smile.
"I just find it funny that you considered everything but recent happenings."
"Really? And what might they be?"
"Well, you have a computer," Annabeth said. "With information on all of us. Why don't you just Google Percy Jackson? That might— you know? Change those variables drastically. Because I am one thousand percent sure that you've not considered all the variables including the main variable. The child of the prophecy, have you?"
"A demigod can barely make that much difference in front of Titans. He might be another Hercules for all I care—"
"Percy destroyed the bastard two years ago in a fight to save Hera," Annabeth scoffed. "Please. Hercules doesn't hold a candle to even Thalia, much less Percy."
As Daedalus turned to me, I just shrugged with a smirk.
I didn't know much about Hercules except the fact that the guy was a massive asshole despite being the Starbucks of Greek mythology.
Daedalus put his sword on the table and picked up his tablet.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Rachel sneak a laptop from Daedalus's desk into Annabeth's bag.
Nico backed away, going for his sword on the ground.
"Let's see… Percy J-a-c-k-s-o-n! Search." Daedalus said out loud as he typed with his index finger. "No results found! Do you mean Perseus Jackson?"
"Yeah. That's his name." I said with a grimace.
I always forgot that his name was Perseus.
"Okay… Perseus Jackson, born August 1993. Son of Poseidon. Champion of— Hestia. Gods, that kid must be something." Daedalus muttered. "Notable Achievements… Slayer of the Minotaur. Slayer of— Medusa, Echidna, the Chimera— he did all of it in a span of a few days?"
"His first quest. We were twelve." Annabeth said.
Let's read— quester for the master bolt— defeated Ares— defeated Hercules. Killed Cetus Aethionius. Visited the Sea of Monsters— Now that's an experience. He's impressive. But what do you think will make me reconsider?"
Daedalus put his tablet away, looking right at us.
"It makes you look all the worse if the god of war can lose to a twelve-year-old. Olympus stands no chance in this war, if the war god loses to a kid, I am afraid."
"That's all that is written about Percy Jackson?" Annabeth asked incredulously.
"Well, I saw something about a hydra and Circe. Nothing—"
"What about the titans he slayed?" I asked.
"Titans?" Daedalus asked, picking up his tablet. "There's— oh, an expand button in the achievement section. Sorry I didn't see that. Let's— okay. That is—"
Daedalus trailed off as he stared at his tablet, slowly scrolling.
"Stunned?" I asked as Daedalus continued to stare wide-eyed at the tablet in his hands.
"And— and he is the child of the prophecy. Utterly loyal to Olympus. Oh, gods. This— this changes things. The variables are not the same now." Daedalus muttered as he scrolled through the list. "The child of the prophecy— powerful and capable of slaying Titans. Trained by Athena, Ares, and Artemis. The three most— this— everything changes now. The chances of— oh, gods above."
Daedalus looked like a madman rambling as he picked up a pen and began scribbling nonsense on a piece of paper.
"Still think you've made the right decision, Daedalus?" Annabeth asked.
"I am—" Daedalus trailed off, gulping at the stare Annabeth was giving him.
"See, you can still help us save the camp," I stepped in. "No one knows the Labyrinth better than you do. Help us reach the camp. Bring your inventions. It might—"
"Someone's coming!" Rachel warned.
I, too, felt them approach just before the doors of the workshop burst open and several Dracena, empusa, and cyclopes— flanked by two Laistrygonians marched in, led by someone I had only seen in my dreams.
The ghost of Minos.
He looked almost solid now—a pale bearded king with cold eyes and tendrils of Mist coiling off his robes. He fixed his gaze on Daedalus.
"There you are, my old friend."
Daedalus's jaw clenched.
"Minos," Daedalus growled before turning to the lead Empusa. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Luke sends his compliments," She replied. "He thought you might like to see your old employer Minos."
"This was not part of our agreement," Daedalus said.
"No indeed. But we already have what we want from you, and we have other agreements to honor. Minos required something else from us, in order to turn over this fine young demigod." The empousa hissed as she pointed a finger at Nico, making a chill run down my spine.
"He'll be quite useful. And all Minos asked in return was your head, old man."
Daedalus paled. "Treachery."
"Get used to it," The empousa said with a sick grin.
I glared at her. "Where's Luke? Why isn't he here?"
The she-demon smiled like we were sharing a private joke. "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!"
Her hands changed into claws. Her hair burst into flame and her legs turned to their true form—one donkey leg, one bronze.
But I was no novice. With practiced ease, I drew my bow and fired a glowing silver arrow straight at her heart. The arrow struck her before she could even comprehend what was happening. Another silver arrow stuck next to mine, making her disintegrate into golden dust.
And with that, all Hades broke loose.
And… DONE! I hope you all enjoyed the chapter.
I know that Percy and Artemis weren't there in the chapter but I needed to give an update of what was happening with the questers. I will be covering the Battle of the Labyrinth in the next chapter and hopefully finish the arc there. By chapter 41 for sure I will finish the BoL arc.
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KittenofNight94: Um, no, it is a line straight from canon.
ThunderSphinx: The state of New York. Not New York City. I suppose it is indeed confusing when you talk about it. So, for clarification, at its full power, the masterbolt can level the state of New York in a single strike.
Guest: I update one of my fics every week. So, LoSP gets its chance once a month at least.
Etkowatches: I suppose you are talking about the moment Percy is in Talos(I reread the whole chapter for that). In the chapter, if you read, Alexander tells Percy to Teleport but he cannot. It is clearly stated that he tried to shadow travel out but 'something' was stopping him from doing so.
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