Poseidon's Daughter; A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

Game On

Y/n's POV

There was a lot of excitement the next morning at breakfast. At around three in the morning, a drakon had been spotted outside the borders of camp. I was so exhausted from the day before that I slept through it, and Percy did to. Lee Fletcher, the head counsellor of the Apollo cabin, led some of his siblings out into the woods, and after shooting a few dozen arrows at it, the drakon fled.

"It's still out there," Lee warned. "Twenty arrows in its hide, and we just made it mad. The thing was at least 30 feet long and bright green. Its eyes..."

"You did well, Lee," Chiron praised. "Everyone stay alert, but stay calm. This has happened before."

"Yes," Quintus agreed. "And it will happen again. More and more frequently. This is a good reason for new war games. We'll see how you all do with that tonight."

"Well, enough announcements. Let us bless this meal and eat. To the gods!" Chiron chanted and raised his glass.

"Poseidon," I whispered as I scraped some of my food into the flames. "I know I keep asking, but any word on Nico? I'm getting worried. And with Luke recruiting demigods....I just want to know that he's okay."

"Morning, you two," Chiron greeted Percy and I as he walked over to our table with Grover. Tyson was with us, but he had shoveled his food into his mouth quickly and was gone within minutes. He muttered something about going to work in the forges for a bit and then left in a hurry. "I brought Grover over because I thought you two might want to, ah, discuss matters. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some Iris-messages to send. I'll see you later in the day."

"What's he talking about?" Percy asked Grover.

"He wants you to convince me," Grover answered.

"I'll tell you what it's about," Annabeth piped in and slid next to me on the bench. "The Labyrinth. Grover is in trouble. There's only one way we can figure out to help him. It's the Labyrinth. That's what Clarisse and I have been investigating."

I frowned and stabbed my fork into a sausage link. "Let me get this straight. You want us to venture into a small dark space with numerous passageways all leading in different directions that could lead to us getting lost or our untimely death? Not to mention its where the Minotaur was in the old days. He could still be there for all we know."

"Yes, but these past few years, its been lacing its way under Western cities, connecting everything together underground. You can get anywhere through the Labyrinth," Annabeth declared.

"If you don't get lost and die a horrible death," Grover agreed with me.

"Clarisse lived," Annabeth mentioned.

"Barely!" Grover countered. "And the other guy-"

"Was driven insane," Annabeth finished for him. "He didn't die."

"Whoa," Percy interjected. "Back up. What's this about Clarisse and a crazy guy?"

On instinct, I glanced over towards the Ares' table. Clarisse was watching us, like she knew we were talking about her, but then she fixed her eyes on her own plate. My eyes wandered over to Nate, who was sitting a few seats down from the head counsellor. He was chatting with some of his siblings without a care in the world.

"You remember how Clarisse was gone last year?" I bring up.

Percy nodded. "Yeah. She went on a secret mission for Chiron."

"It was a secret because she found Chris Rodriguez," I continue. "Remember him from the Hermes cabin? He was on Luke's ship, the Princess Andromeda. Anyways, last summer, he just appeared in Phoenix, Arizona, near Clarisse's mom's house. He was wandering around the desert in full Greek armor babbling about string. He'd been driven completely insane. Clarisse brought him back to her mom's house so the mortals wouldn't institutionalize him, and she tried to nurse him back to health. Chiron came out and interviewed him, but it wasn't much good. The only thing they got out of him was that Luke's men had been exploring the Labyrinth."