Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was a young girl, no more than ten years old. Her eyes were vacant, her movements stiff.
As we navigated the ever-shifting paths, the walls seemed to writhe and twist around us. Tyson's Cyclops eyes scanned the maze, searching for any sign of danger. Annabeth led the way, her sword at the ready.
Annabeth's eyes narrowed. "Who are you? What's going on?"
I nodded, my heart racing. We'd been warned: the Labyrinth was full of illusions, traps, and monsters. But we had a mission: to prevent Luke from summoning the powerful sorceress, Ariadne, and using her magic to control the entire Greek world.
The girl raised her hands, and the air around us began to distort. The Labyrinth's magic was responding to her commands.
The battle was about to begin.