Stupid, she scolded herself self. She was rushed to the door, thinking that there will be a hallway

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She had fallen off the lava walls at Camp Blood. toron She had been stabbed in the arm by a poisoned blade on the Williamsburg toron Bridge. She even had to hold the weight of the sky on his shoulders.
She looked around her. Her dagger thrown her way the few. In the dim light, she could see the features of the room. She was lying on the cold floor made from sandstone blocks. The ceiling height of about two storeys. The door through which she had fallen about three meters above the ground, is now completely blocked by debris cascading into the room, causing a rock slide game. Scattered around the piece of wood she is old-some are cracked and dry, while others have been used as kindling.
Stupid, she scolded herself self. She was rushed to the door, thinking that there will be a hallway or another room. Stories will be dropped into the distance never measure up to her. Bunch of wood chips would be a wooden staircase had collapsed long ago.
Broken plank in her hand. Piece of wood can have for centuries, toron even millennia. She does not know whether this room has an older temple of Mithras, or maze-like room-a medley of random ages were seen them together.
She recalled a survival course in the wilderness taught her silly Grover at camp. At least it has seemed silly at the time. The first step: Examine carefully the threat from the surrounding environment.
Between her and the door, a small trench cut stone floor, allowing the water to flow from the left side to the right side of the room. Maybe this plumbing from Roman times? If this water is good to drink.
Some pots are piled up in the corner was broken, spilled out of the block brown wrinkled fruit maybe once. Business. In the other corner there are some barrels looked quite intact and a couple of wicker boxes with leather straps.
You can use the thing? She had bottles of water, and more water from the gutter to the other if she gets to that spot. She saw his knife. Her backpack filled with colorful twine, laptop, a bronze map, a few matches and a few wafers used for emergencies.
Well ... now. All have enough for an emergency. She took communion wafers out of his backpack and devoured. As usual, toron it tastes like pleasant memories. This time is popcorn with butter-and movie nights with her father toron at his place in San Francisco, toron no mother, not his half brother, only Annabeth and her father curled up on the sofa watching a old goofy comedy.
Wafers made her whole body warm up. Pain in the leg just simmering. Annabeth know that she is still in big trouble. Wafers can not heal broken bones immediately. It can only accelerate the speed of the process, in the best case, you will not be able to put weight on his leg in one or several days.
She tried with the knife, but it's too far. She moved towards it little by little. Back pain flared up again, just like the claws pierced her foot. Her face was covered with sweat, but after one more move, she reached toron for the dagger.
What's Next? Grover survival classes mentioned something like that stay put and wait for rescue, but it will not happen. Even when Percy, once the trace of her somehow, then Mithras cave has collapsed.
You can try to contact someone in Daedalus's laptop, but do not think that will catch any signal below this connection. Moreover, she will call anyone here? She can not send a message to anyone close enough to help. The demigods never carry mobile phones, because the signals of these things will attract a lot of attention, and none of her friends would sit checked his e-mail.
There is another problem with the call for help: here is considered to be a solitary task. If Annabeth is rescued, she will have to accept the defeat. Something told her that Athena no signs to guide her. She could have wandered down here forever, and she will never find the statue of Athena parthenos.
Fast-flowing cold water and a good sign that it drinkable. She filled the bottle, then scooping some water on your face. Immediately she felt more awake. She cleaned his scratches in the best way possible.
She raised her dagger up and checked the room again in the light of its bronze color. Now she was closer to the open door, she does not like it. It led into a dark hallway quietly. The air smells emanating his throne looks disgusting and something evil. Unfortunately, Annabeth did not find any errors k