I found the nearest bed and passed out. But of course sleep only brought more

nightmares.

 

I saw the undersea palace of my father. The enemy army was closer now,

entrenched only a few hundred yards outside the palace. The fortress walls were

completely destroyed. The temple my dad had used as his headquarters was burning

with Greek fire.

 

I zoomed in on the armory, where my brother and some other Cyclopes were on

lunch break, eating from huge jars of Skippy extra-chunky peanut butter (and

don't ask me how it tasted underwater, because I don't want to know). As I

watched, the outer wall of the armory exploded. A Cyclops warrior stumbled

inside, collapsing on the lunch table. Tyson knelt down to help, but it was too

late. The Cyclops dissolved into sea silt.

 

Enemy giants moved toward the breach, and Tyson picked up the fallen warrior's

club. He yelled something to his fellow blacksmiths — probably "For Poseidon!" —

but with his mouth full of peanut butter it sounded like "PUH PTEH BUN!" His

brethren all grabbed hammers and chisels, yelled, "PEANUT BUTTER!" and charged

behind Tyson into battle.

 

Then the scene shifted. I was with Ethan Nakamura at the enemy camp. What I saw

made me shiver, partly because the army was so huge, partly because I recognized

the place.