·˚ ༘₊·➳ 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐋
༊*·˚ {𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍}
❝𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂.❞
Guided by prophecies and driven by the fate of the world, the daughter of the sun and the son of the sea uncover the...
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THE GOOD NEWS: THE LEFT TUNNEL WAS STRAIGHT WITH NO SIDE EXITS, TWISTS OR TURNS. The bad news: it was a dead end. After sprinting a hundred meters, they ran into an enormous boulder that completely blocked their path. Behind them, the sounds of dragging footsteps and heavy breathing echoed down the corridor.
Something – definitely not human – was on their trail.
"Tyson," Percy said, "can you–"
"Yes!" He slammed his shoulder against the rock so hard that the whole tunnel shook, and 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 they dashed through behind it.
"Close the entrance!" Annabeth said.
They all got on the other side of the boulder and pushed. Whatever was chasing them wailed in frustration as they heaved the rock back into place and sealed the corridor.
"We trapped it," Percy said.
"Or trapped ourselves," Aurora said.
Percy turned and saw that they were in a six-meter-square cement room, and the opposite wall was covered with metal bars. They had tunneled straight into a cell.
"What in Hades?" Annabeth tugged on the bars, though they didn't budge.
Through the bars, they could see rows of cells in a ring around a dark courtyard – at least three stories of metal doors and metal catwalks.
"It's a prison," Aurora said.
Percy nodded, "Yeah. Maybe Tyson can break–"
"Shh," said Grover, "Listen."
Somewhere above them, deep sobbing echoed through the building. There was another sound, too – a raspy voice muttering something that they couldn't make out. The words were strange, like rocks in a tumbler.
"What's that language?" Percy whispered.
Tyson's eye widened, "Can't be."
"What?" Aurora asked.
He grabbed two bars on their cell door and bent them wide enough for even a cyclops to slip through.
"Wait!" Grover called.
But Tyson wasn't about to wait. They ran after him. The prison was dark, with only a few dim fluorescent lights flickering above.
"I know this place," Annabeth told them. "This is Alcatraz."
"You mean that island near San Francisco?" Percy asked.
Annabeth nodded, "My school took a field trip here. It's like a museum."
