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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We get abandoned. In an office. By an owl.
Chapter 26
“Testing-testing...1 2 3!” said the owl in a scratchy voice. Cress snickered, but decided that that wasn’t the best idea when the owl turned its Celestial Bronze eyes to glare at her. “So I see, despite your horrible manners and strange discussion topics,” (I guess he heard our pineapple debate.. whoops) “you have reached your first trial. Yet neither pineapple nor pizza shall help you battle here; if you are to prevail, it shall be with the use of your mind and wiseness!” he looked doubtful for a second. “Is wiseness a word? Ah, never mind! Where was I?” he looked at Cress, who shrugged.
“I believe you were talking about… the use of mind power and… wiseness that will be required to ‘prevail’ in this... battle?” said Jake, managing to look confused, doubtful, and on the brink of laughing all at the same time. Wow.
“Yes, yes,” screeched the owl. “Thank you, young man. I shall now leave in a mannerly fashion, after letting you know that if you do not find the key to opening those doors,” he pointed to a set of what looked like heavy bronze gates at the other end of the room, “in 30 minutes from now, the room shall begin flooding with water.” And with that, he spread his wings, and flew out of the room through a hole that appeared in the ceiling. All three of us watched him, and that’s probably why none of us can explain how the room changed from an Ancient Greek temple look-alike with two bronze gates to a simple American office with a normal wooden door.
I grit my teeth. “Really?” I asked the air. “You’ve got to mock me like that?” Jake and Cress looked at me with confusion. “My mom died when I was 10, so 4 years ago. And it was about a month before my birthday, and she had promised me that we would go to an escape room as a family, with her, my dad, me, and my grandpa on my dad’s side,” I explained, and took a slow breath. “Well, needless to say, that didn’t happen. But, I try not to dwell on the past too much.”
We stood there silently for a moment, until a timer popped out of the ceiling and started counting down from thirty minutes. That galvanized us into action.
Cress started yanking out all the drawers in the desk until Jake stopped her. “We’ve got to do this in an organized way, guys,” he said. I walked over to the door, and looked at it. Like a normal door, there was a keyhole; and sure enough, the door was locked.
Cress, however, had discovered something vaguely useful. All of the drawers had been empty; except there there was one that neither Cress nor Jake could open. I looked at it closer, and saw that there was a wooden panel on it, about 3 times 3 inches in area, that was a shade lighter than the rest of the desk. I touched it, and it popped right off to reveal a pin pad underneath.
“Woohoo!” exclaimed Cress. “We found our first clue. Hey owl guy!” she yelled up at the ceiling. “Can we go now?” Obviously, she got no response.
“Come on guys, there’s gotta be a clue to the code for this drawer somewhere,” I said, scanning the room. Other than the desk, there was nothing but an armchair in the room, as well as a small window. And a trash bucket, with a single piece of crumpled up paper in it.
“I believe you were talking about… the use of mind power and… wiseness that will be required to ‘prevail’ in this... battle?” said Jake, managing to look confused, doubtful, and on the brink of laughing all at the same time. Wow.
“Yes, yes,” screeched the owl. “Thank you, young man. I shall now leave in a mannerly fashion, after letting you know that if you do not find the key to opening those doors,” he pointed to a set of what looked like heavy bronze gates at the other end of the room, “in 30 minutes from now, the room shall begin flooding with water.” And with that, he spread his wings, and flew out of the room through a hole that appeared in the ceiling. All three of us watched him, and that’s probably why none of us can explain how the room changed from an Ancient Greek temple look-alike with two bronze gates to a simple American office with a normal wooden door.
I grit my teeth. “Really?” I asked the air. “You’ve got to mock me like that?” Jake and Cress looked at me with confusion. “My mom died when I was 10, so 4 years ago. And it was about a month before my birthday, and she had promised me that we would go to an escape room as a family, with her, my dad, me, and my grandpa on my dad’s side,” I explained, and took a slow breath. “Well, needless to say, that didn’t happen. But, I try not to dwell on the past too much.”
We stood there silently for a moment, until a timer popped out of the ceiling and started counting down from thirty minutes. That galvanized us into action.
Cress started yanking out all the drawers in the desk until Jake stopped her. “We’ve got to do this in an organized way, guys,” he said. I walked over to the door, and looked at it. Like a normal door, there was a keyhole; and sure enough, the door was locked.
Cress, however, had discovered something vaguely useful. All of the drawers had been empty; except there there was one that neither Cress nor Jake could open. I looked at it closer, and saw that there was a wooden panel on it, about 3 times 3 inches in area, that was a shade lighter than the rest of the desk. I touched it, and it popped right off to reveal a pin pad underneath.
“Woohoo!” exclaimed Cress. “We found our first clue. Hey owl guy!” she yelled up at the ceiling. “Can we go now?” Obviously, she got no response.
“Come on guys, there’s gotta be a clue to the code for this drawer somewhere,” I said, scanning the room. Other than the desk, there was nothing but an armchair in the room, as well as a small window. And a trash bucket, with a single piece of crumpled up paper in it.
