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 68
Somehow There's Flowers in The Underworld
Third POV
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Theo felt like he was going to fall forever, or maybe even just hit the bottom and turn into a giant Theo sized pancake. But the next thing Theo knew, he, Beckendorf and Nico were standing in a garden, all three of them still screaming in terror, which was not a pro gamer moment.
"What – where are we?" Beckendorf asked.
The garden was dark. Rows of silver flowers glowed faintly, reflecting off huge gemstones that lined the planting beds – diamonds, sapphires and rubies the size of footballs. Trees arched over them, their branches covered with orange blooms and sweet-smelling fruit.
The air was cool and damp – but not like a New York winter. More like a cave. "I've been here before," Theo said outloud.
Nico plucked a pomegranate off a tree. "My stepmother Persephone's garden." He made a sour face and dropped the fruit. "Don't eat anything."
Not that Theo was going to eat anything given that one taste of Underworld food, would make you never be able to leave.
"Uhhhhh guys?" Beckendorf warned.
Theo followed Beckendorf's line of sight and ended up looking at a tall woman in a white dress. At first glance you would think that this women was a ghost. Her dress billowed around her like smoke. Her long dark hair floated and curled as if it were weightless. Her face was beautifully tanned but deathly pale. Then Theo realised her dress wasn't white. It was made of all sorts of changing colours – red, blue and yellow flowers blooming in the fabric – but it was strangely faded.
Her eyes were the same way, multicoloured but washed-out, like the Underworld had sapped her life force. Theo had a feeling that in the world above she would be beautiful, even brilliant.
"I am Persephone," she said, her voice thin and papery. "Welcome, demigods."
Nico squashed a pomegranate under his boot. "Welcome? After last time, you've got the nerve to welcome me?"
Theo shifted uneasily, he'd rather not have to potentially deal with being dead in the underworld. "Um, Nico –"
"It's all right," Persephone said coldly. "We had a little family spat."
