Hi, I'm Jamie Edge

I read The Maze Runner and it was AMAZING. And I BEGGED my mom to get me Scorched Trials and Blood of Olympus, but she insisted that she would have to sell our house in order to afford all the books I need. *sigh* yet she STILL buys chocolate covered jelly tots. Ahg, moms.

But anyway, I couldn't think of Percy and Annabeth as 14 year olds. So I just chucked them in the Labyrinth all House of Ha des-ed.

I'm not Rick Riordan or James Dashner, blah, blah, blah

If you get annoyed with , this story is also on Wattpad. Same book name and I have a different username, which is solid-wisp.

●PERCY #1●

My sweaty hand gripped Annabeth's hand as we stumbled through the Labyrinth. The walls crushed down in on my vision, their endless grey surface stretching upward, dwarfing us.

Light from above us stroked our gritty faces; it mocked us with its freedom.

How in Hercules is the sun even here? In the Labyrinth!? I guess it's just something the Labyrinth did for our benefit, so we can die of starvation and driven up the unclimbable walls with all types of crazy. But hey, nothing beats dying knowing your also getting sunburnt.

A hacking cough strangled Annabeth, her throat dry as sandpaper. I can totally relate. The air feels like its scraping out all my saliva and resting at the back of my throat, greedily enjoying my suffering.

My head rotates so I can look at Annabeth. She doesn't look much better than I do. Her blonde hair hung limp and greasy in a knotted ponytail, her face was pale and dark bags.

But her eyes continue to stare determinedly ahead. They flitted to my face, and I forced a weak smile, trying to not crack my dry lips.

The corner of her mouth twitched upward. Always. Through thick and thin. From Dionysus' drunken (although he isn't allowed to be drunk. But he acts like it anyway) moping to Tartarus.

I dragged in as big a breath as I dared and whispered, "We should probably rest. No point of continuing this if we're weak like this. And I feel like Mrs O Leary used me as a chew toy." I stared hopefully at her, wanting to rest because of my feet that felt like I did a tap dance on hot lava.

"That's probably the smartest thing you've ever said. Not that there's competition." She smirked. I wanted to stick my tongue out at her but, sadly, I was so dehydrated that my tongue wasn't slick enough, so I just glared at her, my face scrunching up in mock hurt.

But then again; it was a bloody good idea.

We staggered towards the wall of the corridor, were we slumped against the wall.

I groaned as the weight shifted mercifully from my aching calves to the wall, my legs creaking as I lowered myself to the ground.

Annabeth followed, and we were sitting right next to each other. Her head tilted as she rested her head against my shoulder, her chin propped up against it. Her droopy eyes blinked.

"Gods I love you." She mumbled as her chin started slipping off my shoulder as she fell into a deep sleep.

Gently I rearranged how she was sitting, wrapped my arms around her and buried her face in my collarbone.

"I love you too. No matter how much you insult my intelligence." I whispered as I too nodded off, my chin resting on her blonde head.

So good or bad?

I like CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, no flames. Kapish? Great.

Must I continue? Or must I go back to begging my mom for books?

I swear the next will be more exciting.

Ta-ta,

Jamie Edge

Publish Date: 16 October 2014