Percy, Annabeth, Grover, Tyson are in the Labyrinth. They are confronted by the minor god Janus, god of beginnings, ends, and choices. "The God of Two Faces" gives Annabeth a choice of doors- one leads to what you want, and one leads to death. Will Annabeth make the right descision? (Hera does not save them here)

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Choices

Percy's POV:

"I don't like this." Grover whimpered, gripping my arm in a bone- crunching way. "Dude, it's okay." I said, trying to make my voice sound reassuring. The tunnels of the Labyrinth were horrible- constantly changing and playing with our minds. Annabeth was terrified- I could tell. She was leading, using "deductive reasoning" to choose our path- AKA guessing. Tyson brought up the rear, and him being unusually silent, I was worried about him.

"This way." Annabeth said, pointing toward a small, dingy tunnel. I dragged Grover along, and just as it felt like the tunnel was going to be too small to walk through, we reached a room- with a person…. Or shall I say two people floating in the air.

"Aaaah!" Annabeth shrieked.

It was a human body, but instead of one normal head, it had two faces looking in opposite directions. It was hard not to stare.

"Relax, Annabeth. We are only trying to help!" said the right face. "Yeah right." Said the left face. "Pick me!" shrilled the right face. "If you want what is best, pick me!" yelled the left face. Then I realized what they were talking about.

"So…. They want you to…uh… pick your fate, right?" I asked.

"You catch on quickly, Sea Weed Brain." Annabeth said sarcastically.

"C'mon, let's go," I said, steering our party to the door we came in. But there was no door. Just the two doors that Two-Face was blocking.

And in unison, the two faces said:

Annabeth, Annabeth

You cannot leave us

Your time of choice is here

Do not fear, though

Just pick a door.

Learn your fate

Before it is too late.

I am the god of choices,

Of beginnings, and ends.

We are Janus.

Annabeth put her head in her hands. "I have to pick, don't I?

"Sure looks like it." I said.

"Annabeth!" Grover said. "This is really, really, bad! If you pick the wrong door… we'll… we'll…. All… DIE!!"

"Great job at staying calm, Grover." I muttered.

Tyson was crying.

And so was Annabeth.

"Okay." She said. "You can do this Annabeth." She turned toward me and planted a big fat one on my lips.

"Whoa" I said, startled. Grover was smiling. I punched him on the arm, and he punched me back. Annabeth was pulling out her hair trying to figure out the right door to pick. Suddenly, without warning, she yelled "that one!" and pointed toward the left door. The left face cackled and turned the key in the lock. The door swung open, and a blast of cold air and a pungent odor came out. The smell of…death.

"PERCY!" Annabeth screamed. We were all being pulled into the dark hall- I could hear shrieking, but I knew it wasn't from any of us. Then, the door shut behind us. And the ground under my feet turned to air, and I went tumbling into the depths of Tartarus.