Fire boy and water girl

You're gonna kill him?!?

   Everything was quiet except for fires burning in the woods, and the cries of the wounded. Everyone on our side had managed to stay dry and unbothered by the water as a faint green glow surrounded me.

   I turned to look for Percy and saw him with Annabeth helping Chiron get up.

    "How embarrassing," he muttered. "I think I will be fine. Fortunately, we do not shoot centaurs with broken...Ow!...broken legs."

   Chiron then turned to me and asked. "Who are you?"

   "Uh...Adelaide."

"What's your last name."

   "Jackson..." Moment of truth.

   I wasn't expecting what he did next as he struggled to kneel, all the standing demigods following suit.

   "All hail Adelaide Jackson, daughter of Poseidon, the earth shaker, storm bringer, and father of all horses." As I looked up and saw a faded green trident glowing on top of my head.

   "Your last name is Jackson?" Percy asked as he wonder how he never heard her last name before.

  "It'll have to wait till after Percy, and we must talk about how you did that." Chiron directed to me.

   "That was amazing!" Grover said and I blushed.

"I don't know where it came from."

    "I think I do!" He said, but before he could go on Tyson called, "Adelaide, come quick! It is Nico!"

   I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, this would've been all for nothing if Nico dies.

    There was smoke curling off his black clothes. His fingers were clenched, and the grass all around his body had turned yellow and died.

    I rolled him over as gently as I could and put my hand against his chest. His heart was beating faintly.

  "He's alive." I told Percy

"Get some nectar!" He yelled.

   One of the campers hobbled over and handed me a canteen. I trickled some of the magic drink into Nico's mouth. He coughed and spluttered, but his eyelids fluttered open.

   "Nico, what happened?" I asked. "Can you talk? Are you okay?" I rushed out.

    He nodded weakly. "Never tried to summon so many before. I—I'll be fine."

   We helped him sit up and gave him some more nectar. 

    He blinked at all of us, like he was trying to remember who we were, and then he focused on someone behind me.

    "Daedalus," he croaked.

    "Yes, my boy," the man said. "I made a very bad mistake. I came to correct it."Daedalus had a few scratches that were bleeding golden oil, but he looked better than most of us.

   Apparently his body healed itself quickly. His dog looming behind him, licking the wounds on his master's head so Daedalus's hair stood up funny.

    The one hundred hand dude stood next to him, surrounded by a group of awed campers and satyrs. He looked kind of bashful, but he was signing autographs on armor, shields, and T-shirts.

    "I found the Hundred-Handed One as I came through the maze," Daedalus explained. "It seems he had the same idea, to come help, but he was lost. And so we fell in together. We both came to make amends."

    "Yay!" Tyson jumped up and down. "Briares! I knew you would come!"

   "I did not know," the Hundred-Handed One said. "But you reminded me who I am, Cyclops. You are the hero."Tyson blushed, as Percy patted him on the back.

    "I knew that a long time ago," He said. "But, Daedalus...the Titan army is still down there. Even without the string, they'll be back. They'll find a way sooner or later, with Kronos leading them."

    Daedalus sheathed his sword. "You are right. As long as the Labyrinth is here, your enemies can use it. Which is why the Labyrinth cannot continue."

   Annabeth stared at him. "But you said the Labyrinth is tied to your life force! As long as you're alive—" and I understood what she was implying as my eyes widen

   "Yes, my young architect," Daedalus agreed. "When I die, the Labyrinth will die as well. And so I have a present for you."He slung a leather satchel off his back, unzipped it, and produced a sleek silver laptop computer

    On the lid was the blue symbol from the sewer, the symbol that started it all for me.

   "My work is here," he said. "It's all I managed to save from the fire. Notes on projects I never started. Some of my favorite designs. I couldn't develop these over the last few millennia. I did not dare reveal my work to the mortal world. But perhaps you will find it interesting."He handed the computer to Annabeth, who stared at it like it was solid gold.

    "You're giving me this? But this is priceless! This is worth...I don't even know how much!"

    "Small compensation for the way I have acted," Daedalus said. "You were right, Annabeth, about children of Athena. We should be wise, and I was not. Someday you will be a greater architect than I ever was. Take my ideas and improve them. It is the least I can do before I pass on."

    "Whoa," Percy said. "Pass on? But you can't just kill yourself. That's wrong!" It's necessary though.

   He shook his head. "Not as wrong as hiding from my crimes for two thousand years. Genius does not excuse evil, Percy. My time has come. I must face my punishment." It all seemed reasonable

   "You won't get a fair trial," Annabeth said. "The spirit of Minos sits in judgment—"

    "I will take what comes," he said. "And trust in the justice of the Underworld, such as it is. That is all we can do, isn't it?"He looked straight at Nico, and Nico's face darkened.

   "Yes," he said.

  "Will you take my soul for ransom, then?" Daedalus asked. "You could use it to reclaim your sister."

   "No," Nico said. "I will help you release your spirit. But Bianca has passed. She must stay where she is."Daedalus nodded and I put my hand on Nico's shoulder.

  He was so different than the boy I meet weeks ago.

     "Well done, son of Hades. You are becoming wise." Daedalus said.

   Then he turned toward Percy. "One last favor, Percy Jackson. I cannot leave Mrs. O'Leary alone. And she has no desire to return to the Underworld. Will you care for her?"

   He hesitated but said "Yeah. Of course I will."

    "Then I am ready to see my son...and Perdix," he said. "I must tell them how sorry I am."

   Annabeth had tears in her eyes. Daedalus turned toward Nico, who drew his sword.

   Terror when trough me as I thought he was going to kill the old inventor, but he simply said, "Your time is long since come. Be released and rest."

    A smile of relief spread across Daedalus's face. He froze like a statue. His skin turned transparent, revealing the bronze gears and machinery whirring inside his body. Then the statue turned to gray ash and disintegrated.

   Mrs. O'Leary howled and Percy patted her head,   

   The earth rumbled—an earthquake that could probably be felt in every major city across the country—as the ancient Labyrinth collapsed.

    "We have work to do."