The Son Of Asclepius, Doctor of Divinity

The Titan Lord

Flying was... liberating to say the least. (Y/N) had only once taken a plane, but that experience was nothing like this. Parachutes, gliders, free falling; nothing compared to this. It was pretty easy to figure out how to control the wings, and once he did he enjoyed it thoroughly. Soaring like a falcon, he twisted and dove across the Garden of the Gods. He was decently sure the others had also managed out flight and were following, but the rush was enough to convince him not to look back. After a minute or so he flipped around to check back and luckily they were all together following. Behind them, smoke billowed from the windows of Daedalus's workshop. 

"Land!" Annabeth yelled. "These wings won't last forever." 

"How long?" Rachel asked. 

"I don't want to find out!" Annabeth said.

Swooping down, they freaked out a few climbers before soaring across the valley, over a road, and landed on the terrace of the visitor centre. It was late afternoon and the place looked pretty empty,but the five ripped off their wings as quickly as they could. Looking at them, (Y/N) could see Annabeth was right. The self-adhesive seals that bound the wings to their backs were already melting, and shedding bronze feathers. It seemed a shame they couldn't fix them, so they stuffed the wings in trash bins outside the cafeteria. Gazing towards the workshop, it had completely disappeared from sight. No smoke, just the side of the cliff.

"The workshop moved," Annabeth guessed. "There's no telling where." 

"So what do we do now?" Jackson asked. "How do we get back in the maze?" 

Annabeth gazed at the summit of Pikes Peak in the distance. 

"Maybe we can't. If Daedalus died...he said his life force was tied into the Labyrinth.The whole thing might've been destroyed. Maybe that will stop Luke's invasion." 

"No," Nico said. "He isn't dead." 

"How can you be sure?" the son of Asclepius asked. 

"I know when people die. It's this feeling I get, like a buzzing in my ears." 

"What about Tyson and Grover, then?" asked Percy. 

Nico shook his head. "That's harder. They're not humans or half-bloods.They don't have mortal souls." 

"We have to get into town," Annabeth decided. "Our chances will be better off finding an entrance to the Labyrinth. We have to make it back to camp before Luke and his army." 

"We could just take a plane," Rachel said. 

Percy visibly shuddered. "I don't fly." 

"But you just did."

"Zeus has a personal agenda against some of us here," he coughed and pointed at Percy whilst covering his mouth, "Plus, the labyrinth is a hundred times quicker. With you, transportation can take a matter of seconds."

"So we need a car to take us into the city," Annabeth said. 

Rachel looked down into the parking lot. She grimaced, as if she were about to do something she regretted. 

"I'll take care of it." 

"How?" Annabeth asked. 

"Just trust me." 

Annabeth looked uneasy, but she nodded. "Okay, I'm going to buy a prism in the gift shop, try to make a rainbow, and send an Iris-message to camp." 

"I'll go with you," Nico said. "I'm hungry." 

"I'll come with too. Me and modicum osseus here need to have a conversation."

Nico looked shamefully down.