❝ Does being a Child of Hermes automatically make you good at flirting? Or was that just a skill you picked up? ❞
Andromeda Jackson knew she was not cut out for the demigod life, and that was before she heard about her death from the creepy oracle i...
─── it's mission impossible - cue the theme music!
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𝕴'll give you the good news first. The left tunnel was straight with no side exits, twists or turns. The bad news, drumroll please, it was a dead end.
Behind us, the sounds of dragging footsteps and heavy breathing echoed down the corridor. Something—definitely not human—was on our tail.
"Tyson," I said, "can you—"
"Yes!" He slammed his shoulder against the rock so hard the whole tunnel shook. Dust trickled from the stone ceiling.
"Hurry!" Grover said. "Don't bring the roof down, but hurry!"
The boulder finally gave way with a horrible grinding noise. Tyson pushed it into a small room and we dashed through behind it.
"Close the entrance!" Annabeth said.
We all got on the other side of the boulder and pushed. Whatever was chasing us wailed in frustration as we heaved the rock back into placed and sealed the corridor.
"We trapped it," I said.
"Or trapped ourselves," Grover said as I turned to look at him.
"Grover, optimism. Be positive." I replied, before noticing that we had tunnelled ourselves straight into a cell. "Or not. Nice job everyone!"
"What in Hades?" Annabeth tugged on the bars. They didn't budge. Through the bars we could see rows of cells in a ring around a dark courtyard—at least three stories of metal doors and metal catwalks.
"A prison," I said. "Maybe Tyson can break—"
"Shh," said Grover. "Listen."
Somewhere above us, deep sobbing echoed through the building. There was another sound, too—a raspy voice muttering something that I couldn't make out. The words were strange, like rocks in a tumbler.
"I don't know that language." I muttered, having not heard it before.
Tyson's eye widened. "Can't be."
"What?" I asked.
He grabbed two bars on our cell door and bent them wide enough for even a Cyclops to slip through.
"Wait!" Grover called.
But Tyson wasn't about to wait. We ran after him. The prison was dark, only a few dim fluorescent lights flickering above.
