Of Gods and Monsters
written by [offline]Rowan Blackthorn
Evie has always been... different. She's seen weird things, and doesn't know what to make of them; but it all changes when she gets attacked and is helped out of danger by an unlikely savior. (Percy Jackson fan fic)
Last Updated
05/31/21
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The talking owl
Chapter 25
I went down the ladder first, despite Cress’ eagerness to kill monsters. I jumped off the ladder at the bottom, and landed in what looked like a cobblestone passageway reminiscent of a 15th century road in England. The only source of light was from the hole above us, which started shuddering and shrinking not soon after Cress, the last one to get down, slipped through it.
“Jake,” I said, eyeing the rapidly shrinking hole. “You don’t happen to have a couple flashlights in that bottomless bag of yours, do you?”
Just as the hole vanished, a beam of light appeared. “Well in fact,” said Jake, looking way too smug for a person who had only managed to provide a source of light for us and nothing else, “I do.” He handed me and Cress our own flashlights, and we turned them on. The click from the switches echoed down the empty corridor.
“Well, I suppose there’s no way back now…” Cress noticed. “Forward then?”
“It’s not like we have another choice,” said Jake, his voice slightly bitter. I’m guessing that he was still slightly miffed by Cress taking my side.
I’m not sure quite how long we walked, because according to Jake, time goes differently in the Labyrinth. I asked him how he knew so much about it, and he said that there had been a quest around 5 years back sent through the Labyrinth, and he had been interested in the subject.
After a rather lengthy conversation about whether or not pineapple should be on pizza (yes, but only on hawaiian!), we came to a room. Instead of being cobblestone, however, this room looked like something out of Ancient Greece. There were towering white columns lining the room, which were decorated with frescoes of different gods.
As I walked into the room, I realized that there was a statue of a bronze owl on the far end. Or so I thought, until it moved. It spread its wings and flew to us, landing on the ground in front of me. Like a lot of birds of prey, its razor sharp talons and beak didn’t make it particularly cuddly, so I looked back at the tunnel to make sure we had an escape route; but the tunnel wasn’t there anymore. We were trapped in a room with a bronze owl that didn’t look too friendly. Great.
But I guess it wasn’t a normal owl, because it spoke.
“Jake,” I said, eyeing the rapidly shrinking hole. “You don’t happen to have a couple flashlights in that bottomless bag of yours, do you?”
Just as the hole vanished, a beam of light appeared. “Well in fact,” said Jake, looking way too smug for a person who had only managed to provide a source of light for us and nothing else, “I do.” He handed me and Cress our own flashlights, and we turned them on. The click from the switches echoed down the empty corridor.
“Well, I suppose there’s no way back now…” Cress noticed. “Forward then?”
“It’s not like we have another choice,” said Jake, his voice slightly bitter. I’m guessing that he was still slightly miffed by Cress taking my side.
I’m not sure quite how long we walked, because according to Jake, time goes differently in the Labyrinth. I asked him how he knew so much about it, and he said that there had been a quest around 5 years back sent through the Labyrinth, and he had been interested in the subject.
After a rather lengthy conversation about whether or not pineapple should be on pizza (yes, but only on hawaiian!), we came to a room. Instead of being cobblestone, however, this room looked like something out of Ancient Greece. There were towering white columns lining the room, which were decorated with frescoes of different gods.
As I walked into the room, I realized that there was a statue of a bronze owl on the far end. Or so I thought, until it moved. It spread its wings and flew to us, landing on the ground in front of me. Like a lot of birds of prey, its razor sharp talons and beak didn’t make it particularly cuddly, so I looked back at the tunnel to make sure we had an escape route; but the tunnel wasn’t there anymore. We were trapped in a room with a bronze owl that didn’t look too friendly. Great.
But I guess it wasn’t a normal owl, because it spoke.
