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Mirren ran out of the Big House, only to see Percy running towards it.

"I won't tell if you won't tell." Mirren offered.

"Deal." Percy said, walking into the Big House.

While Percy didn't think twice walking into the Big House, Mirren looked back, silently wondering why he came in.

She did a small jog to the area and she surprised herself. She wasn't even tired, not even a bit. Like, after a month, all her training started to matter, started to pay-off. She wasn't even panting, and it was marvelous because it was quite a distance.

Travis looked at her guiltily, "Is she okay? I swear, I didn't mean it."

"She was fine, I guess. I suggest you don't mutter up the Labyrinth again." Mirren said.

How very convenient that Castor and Pollux made her cabin counselor at such critical time. The tension was so thick, she might make herself go crazy. No wonder Castor released his position so easily, just being around in this time, it made you nervous.

Percy came back, slipped in. She was not surprised he got away with it, the counselors were muttering among themselves, worrying about the invasion, about the boulders. Quintus and Chiron looked to worried to even scold.

"My dear," Chiron said. "You made it."

Annabeth walked into the arena. She sat on a stone bench and stared at the ground woefully. "I got the prophecy. I will lead the quest to find Daedalus's workshop."

Nobody cheered, or showed any signs of pleasure. Mirren almost fainted at the idea of entering the maze, because from what Chris has been muttering, it sounded anything but pleasant.

Chiron scraped a hoof on the dirt floor. "What did the prophecy say exactly, my dear? The wording is important."

Annabeth took a deep breath. "I, ah . . . well, it said, You shall delve in the darkness of the endless maze . . ."

They waited.

"The dead, the traitor, and the lost one raise."

Grover perked up. "The lost one! That must mean Pan! That's great!"

"With the dead and the traitor," Percy reminded. "Not so great."

"And?" Chiron asked. "What is the rest?"

"You shall raise or fall by the ghost king's hand," Annabeth said, "the child of Athena's final stand."

That sounded horrible. Annabeth was supposed to lead the quest and yet . . . fate is such a cruel game.

"Hey . . . we shouldn't jump to conclusions," Silena of the Aphrodite cabin said. "Annabeth isn't the only child of Athena, right?"

"Okay, but who's this ghost king?" Mirren asked.

No one answered her.

"Are there more lines?" Chiron asked. "The prophecy does not sound complete."

Annabeth hesitated. "I don't remember exactly."

Mirren tilted her head in confusion. Annabeth had excellent memory.

Annabeth shifted on her bench. "Something about . . . Destroy with a hero's final breath."

"And?" Chiron asked.

She stood up. "Look, the point is, I have to go in. I'll find the workshop and stop Luke. And . . . I need help." She turned to Percy. "Will you come?"

Percy didn't hesitated before saying, "I'm in."

She smiled. "Grover, you too? The wild god is waiting."