Basorexia (n.)
The overwhelming desire to kiss
Aster Romano is a son of darkness itself. He is the social outcast, that is, until Percy Jackson shows up and takes the him under his wing. Aster grows a strong bond with Jackson and even Annabeth, who...
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Basorexia (n.) The overwhelming desire to kiss
We made it a hundred feet before we were hopelessly lost. The tunnel looked nothing like the one Annabeth and Percy had described to me. It was round like a sewer, constructed of red brick with iron-barred portholes ever ten feet.
Percy shined a light through one of the portholes out of curiosity, but nothing could be seen. It opened into infinite darkness. I thought I heard voices on the other side, but it may have been just the cold wind.
Annabeth tried her best to guide us, since it was her quest and all. She had this idea that we should stick to the left wall.
"If we keep one hand on the left wall and follow it," she said, "we should be able to find our way out again by reversing course."
Unfortunately, as soon as she said that, the left wall disappeared. We found ourselves in the middle of a circular chamber with eight tunnels leading out, and no idea how we'd gotten there.
"Um, which way did we come in?" Grover said nervously.
"Just turn around," Annabeth said.
We each turned toward a different tunnel. It was ridiculous. None of us could decide which way led back to camp.
"Left walls are mean," Tyson decided. "Which way now?"
Annabeth swept her flashlight beam over the archways of the eight tunnels. As far as I could tell, they were identical.
"That way," she said.
"How do you know?" Percy asked.
"Deductive reasoning."
"So...you're guessing." I asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Just come on," she urged.
The tunnel she'd chosen narrowed quickly. The walls turned to gray cement, and the ceiling got so low that pretty soon we were hunching over. Tyson was forced to crawl. Grover's hyperventilating was the loudest noise in the maze, I was struggling to not hyperventilate myself.
"I can't stand it anymore," he whispered. "Are we there yet?"
"We've been down here maybe five minutes," Annabeth told him.
Five minutes my ass. It's felt like hours.
"It's been longer than that," Grover insisted. "And why would Pan be down here? This is the opposite of the wild!"
Oh, I forgot that Grover was looking for the stytar's lost god Pan.
We kept shuffling forward. Just when I was sure the tunnel would get so narrow it would squish us, it opened into a huge room. I shined my light around the walls and said, "Whoa."
