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𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍
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episode seven ; we find out the truth, sort of
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BEATRICE AND GROVER stood outside the mattress shop that percy had led his friends too. apparently another one of poseidon's sons had an entrance to the underworld in the shop.
five minutes pass. the daughter of aphrodite and the satyr continued to wait patiently. "are they done yet?" beatrice asked with a groan.
grover shrugged his shoulders, walking to the door an opening it, peeking his head inside. "is it over?" he asked annabeth and percy.
percy nodded his head, motioning him to come inside with his hand. grover walked inside and beatrice followed him in, seeing the old man trapped in a mattress.
"where's the entrance?" percy demanded from his half-brother.
the old man gave his answer and the four walked over to his office. a door that said do not enter in all caps was plastered on it. they all stared at it.
"are we sure this is the right way?" percy asked his friends.
nobody answered him. grover walked over to the door, opening the door and immediately coughing at the awful stench. he grabbed his small horn, picking at it anxiously.
"it's either the realm of the dead, or someone left a carton of milk in there in the 1990s." grover said as percy, annabeth and beatrice stared at the entrance of the underworld.
"i mean..." beatrice started. "it is technically the realm of the dead, grover."
"...right."
beatrice looked around before spotting a red ball. she squeezed it and it squeaked like a dog toy. handing it to annabeth, the twelve year old handed it to grover for him to use.
grover took the ball, squeezing in his hand. "better?" annabeth asked him. grover nodded his head in response.
"much."
"if we get into trouble..." percy began, looking at each of his friends then took out five medium sized pearls. "...these are our tickets out."
they looked down at them. "no one's turning back till we all come back." annabeth told the blond.
"no one comes back." the old man shouted from the other room.
