“You’re going to do awesome.” She looked at me gratefully, but then stared down at all the books and scrolls she’d pulled from the shelves. “I’ve wanted to lead a quest since I was seven,” she said. Her hair had come loose and was hanging in a tangled blond curtain all around her face. I wondered if Annabeth knew that already. The maps just lead from nowhere to nowhere.” I thought about what Quintus had said, how the maze tries to distract you. None of the stories agree about anything. Didn’t hear you.” “You okay?” She frowned at the scroll in her hands. Annabeth stood in the back of the room, rifling through old scrolls. ![]() ![]() ![]() Sets of armor hung under the windows, their bronze plates glinting in the sun. Huge old war maps were plastered to the ceiling. There was and architect’s drafting table with a bunch of rulers and protractors, and some 3-D models of buildings. The back of the room was a huge library crammed with old scrolls and leather-bound books and paperbacks. Most of the room was filled with workbenches and tables and sets of tools and weapons. The bunks were all pushed against one wall as if sleeping didn’t matter very much. The place was a workshop for brainiac kids. The owl’s onyx eyes seemed to follow me as I walked closer. It was a silvery building, nothing fancy, with plain white curtains and a carved stone owl over the doorway. As long as I’d been at camp, I’d never been inside the Athena cabin.
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