SEQUAL TO EVERYWHERE EVERYTHING
BOOK TWO OF THREE !!!
Mitchell didn't expect to wake up from a nightmare, only to find himself in a real one. When he finds Percy's bed empty in the middle of the night, he freaks out.
Mitchell will do whatever it tak...
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THE BASIN FILLED with alarming speed. Piper, Jason, Mitchell and Percy pounded on the walls, looking for an exit, but they found nothing. They climbed into the alcoves to gain some height, but with water pouring out of each niche, it was like trying to balance at the edge of a waterfall. Even as Piper stood in a niche, the water was soon up to her knees. From the floor, it was probably eight feet deep and rising fast.
"I could try lightning," Jason said. "Maybe blast a hole in the roof?"
"That could bring down the whole room and crush us," Piper said.
"Or electrocute us," Percy added.
"Not many choices," Jason said.
"Let me search the bottom," Percy said. "If this place was built as a fountain, there has to be a way to drain the thing. You guys, check the niches for secret exits. Maybe the seashells are knobs, or something."
It was a desperate idea, but Mitchell was glad for something to do. Percy jumped in the water. Jason, Mitchell and Piper climbed from niche to niche, kicking and pounding, wiggling seashells embedded in the stone; but they had no luck.
Sooner than Mitchell expected, Percy broke the surface, gasping and flailing. Mitchell offered his hand, and Percy almost pulled him in before he could help him up.
"Couldn't breathe," Percy choked. "The water . . . not normal. Hardly made it back."
The life force of the nymphs, Mitchell thought. It was so poisoned and malicious, even a son of the sea god couldn't control it.
As the water rose around them, Mitchell felt it affecting him too. His leg muscles trembled like he'd been running for miles. His hands turned wrinkled and dry, despite being in the middle of a fountain.
The boys and Piper moved sluggishly. Jason's face was pale. He seemed to be having trouble holding his sword. Percy was drenched and shivering. His hair didn't look quite so dark, as if the color was leaching out.
Jason raised his sword. The room rumbled, but no lightning appeared. The roof didn't break. Instead, a miniature rainstorm formed at the top of the chamber. Rain poured down, filling the fountain even faster, but it wasn't normal rain. The stuff was just as dark as the water in the pool. Every drop stung Mitchell's skin.
"Not what I wanted," Jason said.
The water was up to their necks now. Mitchell could feel his strength fading. He could barely remember what his old friends at camp had taught him as a child. Something about stronger power being more draining for him to lose.
