Tyson & The Wonders of PB
Ch7

A/N:

Hi, al! It's been what? A month since I updated? I'm deeply sorry to those who are reading this and actually waited. But, my rule still stands; I'm going to and wait for at least three, yes three, reviews this time. See, you made me lose my patience with you all. You should be ashamed. Just kidding :) Still, you might want to review (and that's just a hint). Anyways, this is just another small tidbit in my story. Enjoy! Also, I'm not Rick Riordan, henceforth, I don't own PJO.

"WE'RE FINALLY HERE! Thank Zeus!" Albert kissed the ground after he sprinted from our boat with exaggerated happiness. Let's just say someone had an unexpected case of sea sickness

*CUE FLASHBACK*
"You have WHAT?"

"A certain case of nausea that overwhelms my nerves of awesomeness and causes me to feel slightly dizzy and faint while I'm in a rocking position."

He did NOT just steal my use of the word awesomeness!.

"In other words..."

"I HAVE SEA SICKNESS!"

"WHAT? YOU'RE A FREAKING SON OF POSIEDON! IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?"
*END FLASHBACK*

I momentarily shook my head, relieving myself of that memory, and climbed down the rat lines swiftly, floating to the dock like a fatigued bird coming down for a pit stop.

I looked toward our boat, comparing it to the white, sleek, modern models that surrounded it. Well, I could always use the strong type of Mist.

We were in Greece! Greasy Greece! The place where all this mythology jazz started! The birthplace of my father, and his father, and his father! That's where the linage stops! I need to stop being happy!

"Say, Tyson, which temple should we head first, Zeus or Artemis? I think we should go towards Artemis', but I don't want to anger Zeus. On the other hand, if we enrage the virgin goddess of archery, the moon, hunting, and childbirth... Well, let's say I don't want to be on her bad side." Albert was wringing his hands while sweat poured down his face; he looked entirely spectacle in his predicament. There goes happiness.

"Uhh, which one's closer?"

Suddenly, a zapping, sizzling type of light flashed a dazzling crimson, and a man with two faces on opposite sides of his head appeared. He was wearing blood-red robes folded many times with a green tunic tucked into black sweatpants. Just to briefly summarize, his outfit didn't flatter him.

"So, which temple are you inquiring of choosing?" The Whatever tilted his head.

"Wha'?" I asked.

"Which. Temple. Are. You. Going. To. Choose. Cyclopes?" he said slowly, probably implying that I didn't get big words.

"Hey, don't make fun! I do to know how to use big words!"

"Huzzah!" Albert raised his arm, fist pumping.

Me and the Whatever stared at him.

The Whatever slowly inclined his head toward me. As if reading my mind, he venomously said, "I'm not a whatever! I am Janus! God of doorways, and paths, and-"

"Hey! Didn't we meet before?" I remembered where I saw the wha-I mean Janus's- faces before! It was in the Labyrinth.

"Ahh, yes, I remember you, young Cyclopes. You were with the Jackson kid."

"Yeah, my brother Percy."

"Really?" he asked sarcastically. "I can see the family resemblance."

"And I'm his other brother!" Albert put in.

"I can totally see where you all get your looks from."

"Aww, thanks!" I exclaimed. I'm noticed for my awesome, godly-handsome looks. "Which temple do you think we should go to?"

"Well, I recommend Artemis," one face told me. "Well, I recommend Zeus!" argued the other. Gods, this dude is just too bipolar.