THE BATTLE OF THE LABYRINTH Percy Jackson ... - No one's invited.

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Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html he doing here?” “Some people wander in by mistake,” Annabeth said. “Some come exploring on purpose and never make it back. A long time ago, the Cretans sent people in here as human sacrifices.” Grover gulped. “He’s been down here a long time.” He pointed to the skeleton’s bottles, which were coated with white dust. The skeleton’s fingers were clawing at the brick wall, like he had died trying to get out. “Only bones,” Tyson said. “Don’t worry, goat boy. The milkman is dead.” “The milkman doesn’t bother me,” Grover said. “It’s the smell.Monsters. Can’t you smell it?” Tyson nodded.“Lots of monsters. But underground smells like that.Monsters and dead milk people.” “Oh, good,” Grover whimpered. “I thought maybe I was wrong.” “We have to get deeper into the maze,” Annabeth said. “There has to be a way to the center.” She led us to the right, then the left, through a corridor of stainless steel like some kind of air shaft, and we arrived back in the Roman tile room with the fountain. This time, we weren’t alone. What I noticed first were his faces.Both of them. They jutted out from either side of his head, staring over his shoulders, so his head was much wider than it should’ve been, kind of like a hammerhead shark’s looking straight at him, all I saw were two overlapping ears and mirror-image sideburns. He was dressed like a New York City doorman: a long black overcoat, shiny shoes, and a black top-hat that somehow managed to stay on his double-wide head. “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. “Now come along, miss.” “No, no,” the right face said. “This way, miss. Talk tome , please.” The two-faced man regarded Annabeth as best he could out of the corners of his eyes. It was impossible to look at him straight on without focusing on one side or the other. And suddenly I realized that’s what he was asking—he wanted Annabeth to choose. Behind him were two exits, blocked by wooden doors with huge iron locks. They hadn’t been there our first time through the room. The two-faced doorman held a silver key, which he kept passing from his left
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html hand to his right hand. I wondered if this was a different room completely, but the frieze of the gods looked exactly the same. Behind us, the doorway we’d come through had disappeared, replaced by more mosaics. We wouldn’t be going back the way we 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.” “I—I know who you are,” Annabeth said. “Oh, you’re a smart one!” The left face sneered. “But do you know which way to choose? I don’t have all day.” “Why are you trying to confuse me?” Annabeth asked. The right face smiled. “You’re in charge now, my dear. All the decisions are on your shoulders. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” “I—” “We know you, Annabeth,” the left face said. “We know what you wrestle with every day. We know your indecision. You will have to make your choice sooner or later. And the choice may kill you.” I didn’t know what they were talking about, but it sounded like it was about more than a choice between doors. The color drained out of Annabeth’s face. “No…I don’t—” “Leave her alone,” I said. “Who are you, anyway?” “I’m your best friend,” the right face said. “I’m your worst enemy,” the left face said. “I’mJanus ,” both faces said in harmony.“God of Doorways.Beginnings.Endings.Choices.” “I’ll see you soon enough,Perseus Jackson,” said the right face. “But for nowit’s Annabeth’s turn.” He laughed giddily.“Such fun!” “Shut up!” his left face said. “This is serious. One bad choice can ruin your whole life. It can kill you and all of your friends.But no pressure, Annabeth. Choose!” With a sudden chill, I remembered the words of the prophecy:the child of Athena’s final stand.
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