❈ Helena made up her mind.
She was never, ever, going to go skydiving or hand gliding, actually, she wasn't ever going to let her feet leave the solid ground again.
"Keep your arms extended!" Helena yelled to a flapping Ethan.
"What do you think I'm doing!"
Attempting to become one with the birds, Helena thought. He was flapping his arms around and spinning.
"Glide to fly! You idiot!"
"I'm flying!"
"I think you mean dying! Look Nico is doing it!"
He finally decided to listen and extend his arms out. The wind caught on the wings and he was now gliding. Helena glanced over to see Percy do the same. Mark decided to make circles in the sky like a drunk eagle.
"I feel like the falcon!"
"You have the wrong skin tone for that," Helena yelled.
"What falcon can't have a white skinned variant?"
Helena looked behind her. Behind them, smoke billowed from the windows of Daedalus's workshop.
"Land!" Annabeth yelled. "These wings won't last forever."
"How long?" Rachel cried.
"I don't want to find out!" Annabeth said.
They swooped down towards the Garden of the Gods. The seven of them soared 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 they ripped off their wings as quickly as they could.
The self-adhesive seals that bound the wings to our backs were already melting, and they were shedding bronze feathers.
Helena looked over at Annabeth.
"I guess you can be wise sometime," she said.
Annabeth scowls at her. They stuffed the wings in the bin outside the cafeteria.
Percy used the tourist binocular camera to look up at the hill where Daedalus's workshop had been, but it had vanished. No more smoke. No broken windows. Just the side of a hill.
"The workshop moved," Annabeth guessed. "There's no telling where."
"Maybe it's moved to the ancient part of the maze now," Helena said, observing the hill.
Annabeth rolled her eyes. She was seriously getting sick of her.
"So what do we do now?" Percy 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 to the Labyrinth. The whole thing might've been destroyed. Maybe that will stop Luke's invasion."
"That's a lot of maybes," Mark said.
Percy thought about Grover and Tyson, still down there somewhere.
"Luke isn't going to kill Daedalus if he still needs the maze," Helena said. "Nico? Could you tell if he was dead?"
"How would he be able to tell us he was dead?" Annabeth questioned.
"He's the son of the god of the dead," Helena reasoned. "It would make sense for him to have a way to tell or maybe feel death; I don't know."
Nico nods. "She's right. He isn't dead. I know when people die. It's this feeling I get, like a buzzing in my ears."
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Fanfiction❝Guess I don't have a choice, All because I like a boy.❞ ❈ The favoured daughter of Ares finally reaches camp with the help of the boy her father hates most and is immediately thrown into war. Luckily for her, she thrives in battle. ᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ❈...
