Child of the Moon

Percy Kills His Brother

The metal door was half hidden behind a laundry bin full of dirty hotel towels.  I didn't see anything strange about it, but Rachel showed me where to look, and I recognized the faint blue symbol etched in the metal.

Annabeth: It hasn't been used in a long time.

Rachel: I tried to open it once, just out of curiosity.  It's rusted shut.

Annabeth stepped forward.

Annabeth: No, it just needs the touch of a half-blood.

Sure enough, as soon as Annabeth put her hand on the mark, it glowed blue.  The metal door unsealed and creaked open, revealing a dark staircase leading down.

Rachel: Wow.

Rachel looked calm, but I couldn't tell if she was pretending or not.  She'd changed into a ratty Museum of Modern Art t-shirt and her regular marker colored jeans, her blue plastic hairbrush sticking out of her pocket.  Her red hair was tied back, but she still had flecks of gold in it, and traces of the gold glitter on her face.

Rachel: So... after you?

Annabeth: You're the guide.  Lead on.

The stairs led down to a large brick tunnel.  It was so dark I couldn't see two feet in front of us, but Annabeth and I had restocked on flashlights.  As soon as we switched them on, Rachel yelped.  A skeleton was grinning at us.  It wasn't human.  It was huge, for one thing, at least ten feet tall.  It had been strung up, chained by its wrists and ankles, so it made a kind of giant X over the tunnel.  But what really sent shivers down my spine was the single black eye socket in the center of its skull.

YN: A Cyclops.  It's too old and big to be... anybody we know.

It wasn't Tyson, was what I was trying to say.  But that didn't make me feel much better.  I still felt like it had been put here as a warning.  Rachel swallowed.

Rachel: You have a friend who's a Cyclops?

Percy: Tyson, my half brother.

Rachel: Your... half brother.

YN: Hopefully we'll find him down here.  And Grover.  He's a Satyr.

Rachel: Oh. Well then, we'd better keep moving.

She sounded nervous, which I obviously understood.  I hate underground places.  Not as much as Grover, but... this place is definitely unnerving.  Rachel stepped under the skeleton's left arm and kept walking.  We all exchanged looks, but we followed Rachel deeper into the maze.  After fifty feet, we came to a crossroads.  Ahead, the brick tunnel continued.  To the right, the walls were made of ancient marble slabs.  To the left, the tunnel was dirt and tree roots. Percy pointed left.

Percy: That looks like the tunnel Tyson and Grover took.

Annabeth frowned.

Annabeth: Yeah, but the architecture to the right, those old stones, that's more likely to lead to an ancient part of the maze, toward Daedalus' workshop.

I was worried they would start fighting again.

Rachel: We need to go straight.

We all looked at her.

Annabeth: That's the least likely choice.

Rachel: You don't see it?  Look at the floor.

I saw nothing except worn bricks and mud.

Rachel: There's a brightness there.  It's very faint.  But forward is the correct way.  To the left, farther down the tunnel, those tree roots are moving like feelers. I don't like that.  To the right, there's a trap about twenty feet down.  Holes in the walls, maybe for spikes.  I don't think we should risk it.