Zoe Nightshade, Charles Beckendorf, Silena Beauregard

‘There they are.’ Grover nodded towards a couple of younger kids arguing in the bleachers. ‘Bianca and Nico di Angelo.’

The girl wore a floppy green cap, like she was trying to hide her face. The boy was obviously her little brother. They both had dark silky hair and mizeituni, mzeituni skin, and they used their hands a lot as they talked. The boy was shuffling some kind of trading cards. His sister seemed to be scolding him about something. She kept looking around like she sensed something was wrong.

Annabeth said, ‘Do they . . . I mean, have wewe told them?’

Grover shook his head. ‘You know...

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The good news: the left tunnel was straight with no side exits, twists au turns. The bad news: it was a dead end. After sprinting a hundred metres, we ran into an enormous boulder that completely blocked our path. 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 wewe –'

'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...