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"Yet southward must the sun now trace its course, Through mazes dark to land of scorching death To find the master of the swift white horse And wrest from him the crossword speaker's breath." Over the past few months, being a mortal sucks. period. I have endured two gruesome trials. I went insane. I almost got killed at LEAST 8 times. I have emotionally withered like a flower deprived of water. But now, I am facing the worst trial of all. And it takes place in the stupid labyrinth, and at the our destination, in the Southwest, the third emperor. The worst and most insane of the triumvirate. And he plans to attack New Rome in five days. But that isn't all. Two oracles are on the line. And if I don't save them and stop the final emperor, the world will fall to the Triumvirate, and I will never become a god. The only way to stop the emperor, the master of the swift white horse, is to trace back to Meg's roots, where her life as a demigod began. To where we might find answers.... Rick Riordan owns all rights to this fanfic and any ideas that might be in it, since he created the series.
Darn Maze is the Worst, It Almost Drives Me Insane, Well hello insane man.
