Theo, son of.... well he hasn't got a clue.
Theo may have never have know who was until one day a scrawny 12 year old by the name of Percy Jackson showed up on the borders of the only home half dead after killing the famous Minotaur.
That day cha...
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Chapter 51
Alot of 'Old' Faces (Emphasis on Old)
Third POV
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"Well, Annabeth?" said his left face. "Hurry up!"
"Don't mind him," said the right face. "He's terribly rude. Right this way, miss."
Annabeth's jaw dropped. "Uh...I don't..."
Tyson frowned. "That funny man has two faces."
"The funny man has ears, you know!" the left face scolded.
"Funny man also has funny ears", Theo whispered.
"This way, miss. Talk to me, please." The two-faced man regarded Annabeth as best he could out of the corners of his eyes. Looking at him straight on was impossible without focusing on one side or the other.
Whoever this dude was, they wanted Annabeth to choose. Behind him were two exits, blocked by wooden doors with huge iron locks. They hadn't been there the first time the group passed through this room. The two-faced doorman held a silver key, which he kept passing from his left hand to his right hand. Theo wondered if he could possibly snatch the key off this dude so that Annabeth didn't have to deal with these dudes anymore.
Behind them, the doorway had disappeared, replaced by more mosaics of the Gods. You couldn't go back the way you came.
"The exits are closed," Annabeth said.
"Duh!" the man's left face said.
"Where do they lead?" she asked.
"One probably leads the way you wish to go," the right face said encouragingly. "The other leads to certain death."
Theo stepped forward, "Well, why don't you tell us which one is the right door, and things won't have to get ugly."
