take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die, i don't belong
𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 a mortal girl is thrown
into the godly world and forced to
save everyone before its too late.
[ percy jackson x oc ]
[ percy jackson & the olympians ]
[ the ligh...
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They made it a hundred feet before they were hopelessly lost. The tunnel looked nothing like the one Marlowe and Percy had stumbled into before. Now it was round like a sewer, constructed of red brick with iron-barred portholes every ten feet. Percy shined a light through one of the portholes out of curiosity, but he couldn't see anything. It opened into infinite darkness.
Marlowe thought she heard voices on the other side, but it may have been just the cold wind. She whipped her body around, only to be met with darkness. Ignore it, she told herself. You're safe.
Annabeth tried her best to guide them. She had this idea that they should stick to the left wall. "If we keep one hand on the left wall and follow it," she said, "we should be able to find our way out again by reversing course."
Unfortunately, as soon as she said that, the left wall disappeared. They found themselves in the middle of a circular chamber with eight tunnels leading out, and no idea how they'd gotten there.
"Um, which way did we come in?" Grover said nervously.
"Just turn around," Annabeth said.
They each turned toward a different tunnel. It was ridiculous. None of them could decide which way led back to camp.
"Left walls are mean," Tyson said. "Which way now?"
Annabeth swept her flashlight beam over the archways of the eight tunnels. As far as Percy could tell, they were identical. "That way," she said.
"How do you know?" Percy asked.
"Deductive reasoning."
"So... you're guessing."
Marlowe swatted his chest, her grip tight on her flashlight. "Leave her alone."
"Just come on," Annabeth grumbled.
The tunnel she'd chosen narrowed quickly. The walls turned to gray cement, and the ceiling got so low that pretty soon they were hunching over. Tyson was forced to crawl. Grover's hyperventilating was the loudest noise in the maze.
"I can't stand it anymore," he whispered. "Are we there yet?"
"Grover been down here maybe five minutes," Marlowe told him.
"It's been longer than that," Grover insisted. "And why would Pan be down here? This is the opposite of the wild!"
They kept shuffling forward. Just when Percy was sure the tunnel would get so narrow it would squish them, it opened into a huge room. He shined his light around the walls and said, "Whoa."
The whole room was covered in mosaic tiles. The pictures were grimy and faded, but Marlowe could still make out the colors—red, blue, green, gold. The frieze showed the Olympian gods at a feast. There was Percy's dad, Poseidon, with his trident, holding out grapes for Dionysus to turn into wine. Zeus was partying with satyrs, and Hermes was flying through the air on his winged sandals.
