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Update: Two chapters in one day? Lol. Well, I wrote most of this chapter today, and since I finished it... I thought I'd post it right away! Enjoy!

Rising Storms

A Harry Potter and Percy Jackson crossover

Chapter 47:

Percy

June of Percy's fourteenth year was not what he had hoped for. Goode High School stood before him and he stared up at it. This was a weird day, he could tell.

"Have a good day," Sally said, looking down at her son. "It's only the orientation tour. Just don't..."

"Blow stuff up?" Percy asked. He grinned at her.

Sally laughed. "Right. Don't do that."

Paul Blofis, one of the staff at the school, was going to make sure that he was doing well through the day. He was Sally's current boyfriend.

As Percy navigated the orientation tour of his new school, his senses remained on high alert, attuned to the subtle signs of danger lurking beneath the surface. The air buzzed with anticipation as he soaked in the sights and sounds of the unfamiliar surroundings.

Suddenly, the peaceful atmosphere shattered as empousai, the servants of Hecate, descended upon Percy when he was alone. Their fierce glares sent a shiver down his spine as he instinctively reached for Riptide, his celestial bronze sword.

One of the empousai, all of them dressed as cheerleaders, spoke, "Perseus Jackson, this is our school! We can devour who we want here!" She smirked. "Even you, demigod!" She lunged forward. The others joined her.

With a battle cry, Percy sprang into action, his movements fluid and precise as he clashed with the empousai. despite their otherworldly strength, Percy fought with the determination of a seasoned warrior, his every strike fueled by the memories of past battles and the safety of those he cared about.

Amidst the chaos, a familiar voice pierced through the fray, drawing Percy's attention. It was Rachel Elizabeth Dare, the mortal girl with the gift of sight, whom he had encountered on his previous quest. With a nod of acknowledgment, Percy soon realized that Rachel wasn't going to leave him to fight the empousai alone. Somehow he knew that, not really how he knew it.

Together, Percy and Rachel fought back the empousai, their teamwork a testament to their resilience and courage. Rachel grabbed a musical instrument nearby and threw it at one of the monsters. One of the empousai burst into dust from a swing of Percy's sword. As the other empousai fled, Percy turned to Rachel with a grateful smile. "Thanks," he said.

"You're welcome," Rachel said.

Percy bid farewell to Rachel and made his way to Camp Half-blood, knowing that something was wrong. The camp hummed with activity as demigods trained and prepared for the challenges that lay ahead. Percy's heart swelled with pride as he reunited with old friends, including Clarisse La Rue and Grover Underwood, whose familiar faces brought a sense of comfort amidst the ever-present dangers of their world.

But amidst the camaraderie and excitement, a sense of foreboding hung in the air. Chiron, the camp's wise centaur mentor, gathered the assembled demigods to deliver a solemn message.

"My children," Chiron began, his voice grave with concern. "The time has come for a new quest—a journey into the heart of the Labyrinth itself."

Gasps of astonishment rippled through the crowd as Chiron revealed the nature of their mission. The Labyrinth, a twisting maze of corridors and traps, was a place of untold danger and mystery, its secrets guarded by ancient forces beyond mortal comprehension.

"But fear not," Chiron continued, his voice ringing with conviction. "For I have received a prophecy, a glimpse into the path that lies ahead."

With a solemn gesture, Chiron unfurled a scroll inscribed with cryptic verses, the words shimmering with otherworldly energy. As he recited the prophecy, the assembled demigods listened intently, their hearts filled with a mixture of trepidation and determination.

"Into the Labyrinth, satyr leads heroes three,

A quest to undertake, to set us free.

One child of Poseidon, brave and true,

With wisdom's daughter, a friend anew.

But dangers lurk within the maze's twists,

Beware the shadows, where darkness hissed.

For only those with courage in their hearts,

Can hope to navigate the Labyrinth's arts."

As Chiron finished speaking, a hush fell over the crowd, the weight of their quest settling upon them like a heavy cloak. But amidst the uncertainty and fear, Percy, Clarisse, and Grover felt a surge of determination coursing through their veins.

"We'll do it," Percy declared, his voice strong and resolute. "We'll face whatever challenges the Labyrinth throws at us, together."

With nods of agreement from Clarisse, Annabeth, and Grover, Percy knew that their journey into the Labyrinth would be fraught with danger and peril. But as long as they stood united, they would face whatever trials came their way, and emerge victorious on the other side.

Percy stepped up to Chiron after dinner. "Hey, Chiron, I was curious. Why did you have the prophecy on a scroll? Doesn't the mummy in the attic usually speak the prophecies?"

"Normally, she does," Chiron replied. "But, lately, she doesn't speak to anyone. Lord Apollo thinks that she might be ready to transfer to another body, but I'm not sure."

Percy nodded and they decided that the quest would start at dawn. He and Nico decided to go to bed early so that when Percy left in the morning, Nico could say his goodbyes. Percy only stopped to pack a few outfits just in case. He'd get food and stuff in the morning.

The four questers stood before Zeus's fist, where Chiron had said the entrance to the Labyrinth was, and readied themselves. After a teary goodbye, Nico had run back to Poseidon's cabin. Percy didn't want to admit it, but he worried about this quest. He took a deep breath and followed Grover's lead into the Labyrinth when the rocks shifted away. It was a long dark tunnel with no turns for a while.

As they ventured deeper into the Labyrinth, the heroes encountered their first trial—a maze of twisting passages and hidden traps. Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood, and Clarisse La Rue moved cautiously, their senses alert for danger.

Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath their feet, and the walls of the maze shifted, trapping them in a narrow corridor. From the shadows emerged a horde of monstrous creatures, their eyes gleaming with malice.

Without hesitation, Percy unsheathed Riptide, his celestial bronze sword, its blade glowing with the power of the ocean. Annabeth drew her knife, her eyes scanning the maze for an escape route. Grover raised his reed pipes, ready to use his music to calm the beasts. And Clarisse brandished her spear, her face set in a determined grimace.

The creatures lunged forward, their claws and fangs bared, but the heroes fought back with all their strength. Percy slashed and parried, his movements fluid and precise. Annabeth darted between the monsters, striking with deadly accuracy. Grover played a haunting melody, lulling the creatures into a trance. And Clarisse charged forward, her spear cutting through the air like a bolt of lightning.

With each foe vanquished, the heroes pressed forward, navigating the maze with skill and determination. They faced traps and obstacles at every turn, but with their combined strength and cunning, they overcame each challenge that stood in their way.

As they journeyed deeper into the heart of the Labyrinth, the heroes encountered a series of trials that tested their faith and resolve. They battled against swarms of monsters, dodged deadly traps, and navigated treacherous terrain, their determination never wavering.

At one point, they found themselves trapped in a cavern filled with poisonous gas, the air thick and choking. With no way out in sight, panic threatened to consume them. But Percy, drawing on his connection to the ocean, summoned a torrent of water to wash away the gas, clearing a path to safety.

In another trial, they stumbled upon a rickety bridge spanning a gaping chasm. As they cautiously made their way across, the bridge began to crumble beneath their feet, threatening to send them plummeting into the abyss below. With quick reflexes and unwavering resolve, they leaped to safety, narrowly avoiding disaster.

Each trial pushed them to their limits, testing their strength, courage, and friendship. But through it all, they stood together, facing each challenge head-on and emerging stronger than before. They took turns sleeping and keeping watch.

At last, the heroes reached the heart of the Labyrinth, where their final challenge awaited them. A dark presence loomed before them, its malevolent aura casting a shadow over the land.

With a roar of defiance, Percy charged forward, his sword flashing in the dim light as he struck at the heart of the darkness. Annabeth, Grover, and Clarisse fought at his side, their weapons flashing as they unleashed their fury upon their foe.

The battle raged on, the clash of steel echoing through the labyrinthine corridors as the heroes fought with all their might. The darkness fought back with equal ferocity, its minions closing in on all sides.

But the heroes refused to back down, drawing strength from their bonds of friendship and their unwavering determination to protect their world. With each blow they struck, the darkness weakened, until at last, it was vanquished, banished from the Labyrinth forever.

As the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded away, Percy, Annabeth, Grover, and Clarisse stood victorious, their spirits unbroken and their resolve unwavering. Together, they had faced the darkness and emerged triumphant, their world safe once more.

Annabeth sighed in relief. "It's done."

"Don't get too comfortable, wise girl," Clarisse said. "That was almost too easy."

Percy nodded, looking around. "Do you hear that?" he asked, walking towards the noise. The others followed warily. Percy stepped around a corner and tried to hide from the sight before him.

"What is it?" Clarisse asked.

Grover sniffed. "Hellhounds."

"And they see us," Percy said. "Run!" Grover led them back the way they came, but Percy got separated from the others when a hellhound landed on him. He let out a grunt, but knew that his friends hadn't heard him over their pounding feet. He kicked out behind him, and the hellhound yelped, getting off of him. Percy jumped to his feet and pulled Riptide back out of his pocket. He would fight his way out if he had to.

Having a chance to run while he could, Percy was taking the opportunity... running through the maze. Up ahead, he heard an echoing voice.

"You, Grover Underwood, will be the satyr to restore my realm. With me gone, nature will need someone to be its champion. With my final breath, I bless all of the demigods that are on the side of the gods."

"Pan!" Grover cried.

Percy tried to catch up with them, but a hole in the floor appeared and Percy fell through with a yell. He landed on a bed, hard. "Oof," he said, feeling his breath leave his lungs. Looking around, he saw that he was in an office or workroom of some sort. Percy had to wait for his breath to return, but then he got up to look closer at a few things.

There were bits and bobs of things all over the room. Papers, inventions, a laptop on the desk, and a huge backpack. Percy felt like all of this was important, for some reason, so he packed the backpack with everything he found. One of the pages he saw had 'son of Athena' on it, and a thought hit him.

Percy put the backpack on the bed, pulled out a shipping label that had been amongst the papers, zipped the bag back up, and filled out the shipping label. He stuck it to the large backpack and placed a few drachmas on it. The backpack disappeared, heading to Camp Halfblood. Then Percy looked around to find a way out.

He was walking around, lost in the maze, having eaten the last of his food. He put one foot in front of the other hoping for the way out and came to a dead end. Percy sighed. He didn't want to go back. He felt that this was the way to go to get out, but he didn't see a way. He looked at the wall, and felt a tug from within. With no seawater nearby, he was straining to summon enough water to blast a hole through the wall before him. A blast of water flew out of Percy, slamming into the wall of the Labyrinth over and over until the wall crumbled and Percy stumbled forward.

The light was blinding him as he left the Labyrinth, tripping over rocks and hearing voices that made no sense. His vision started clearing as he noticed the bonfire brightly glowing and the people about to throw a shroud on the bonfire. A muscular girl looked over and screamed, running over to him.