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 40
I Have Another Oh O Moment At The Hoover Dam
Theo POV
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"Hoover Dam," Thalia said. "It's huge."
We stood at the river's edge, looking up at a curve of concrete that loomed between the cliffs. People were walking along the top of the dam. They were so tiny they looked like fleas. The naiads had left with a lot of grumbling—not in words I could understand, but it was obvious they hated this dam blocking up their nice river.
Our canoes floated back downstream, swirling in the wake from the dam's discharge vents.
"Seven hundred feet tall," Percy said. "Built in the 1930s."
"Five million cubic acres of water," Thalia said.
Grover sighed. "Largest construction project in the United States."
"Cost $49 million to build," Tessa said.
"Named after President Herbert Hoover," I finished with.
Zoe stared at us. "How do you know all that?"
"Annabeth," I said. "She liked architecture."
"She was nuts about monuments," Thalia said.
"Spouted facts all the time." Grover sniffled.
"So annoying," Tessa grumbled.
"I wish she were here," I said.
The others nodded. Zoe was still looking at us strangely, but I didn't care. It seemed like cruel fate that we'd come to Hoover Dam, one of Annabeth's personal favorites, and she wasn't here to see it. I made a silent vow: I'll take her here when we get Annabeth back. Let her ramble her heart out before I till her that I've already been here without her.
