CHAPTER ONE: Back in the labrinth

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ISABELLE'S POV:
It was dark, really dark. I cursed under my breath, I was exhausted, not to mention badly scratched up 'why does the Labrinth have to be so Complicated? It's very annoying' I thought to myself 'when I find Deadalus I'm going to punch him in the-' My thoughts were interrupted by voices 'per-cy! I can smell something up ahead, its not exactly a monster, but it's not a mortal either' I heard a sword being unsheathed, another voice spoke, a soft voice full of concern but at the same time, confidence 'it's ok G-man I got your back' the footsteps came closer. I only had time to shape-shift into the fist thing I could think of: a chameleon; 'stupid? Why did you do that??' I cursed under my chameleon breath.

Two boys appeared in the hallway, well, one of them was a normal boy, maybe 16 or 15? Around my age and a satyr wearing a green "Save PAN, save THE WILD" Eco freak tourist t-shirts, (the nymphs at Camp Evella Runia would Kill me for saying that) and the mortal boy wasn't mortal after all he smelled sweet, like ambrosia 'a demigod' I hissed under my breath 'did you hear that?' Asked the Satyr, "Percy?" nodded he took a step forward 'we know your there, SHOW YOURSELF'
I caught sight of a faint light coming from a sword...celestial Bronze that stuff, as you probably know, is DEADLY to monsters. I decided to wait till they had turned their backs I willed myself to change back to mortal 'so, Percy Jackson? I must be very fortunate to have an audience with you'.

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