Astro-Geek

"Vlacas!" Annabeth mutters as she slips and falls for what feels like the millionth time.      It's been about an hour since the taxi driver dropped her off at the cross streets Leo gave her. Realistically, she probably should have been at the Roman camp 25 minutes ago. That's what she thought, anyway.      But the woods are pitch black. Annabeth hadn't realized that there could be so many shades of such a specific color, but there are. The sky is black, only slightly differing from the trees, which are dark black. She can barely make out the outline of the trees that are few feet in front o