"Dad, Kronos sent an army against you on purpose. He wants to divide you from

the other gods because he knows you could tip the scales."

 

Be that as it may, he attacks my home.

 

"I'm at your home," I said. "Olympus."

 

The floor shook. A wave of anger washed over my mind. I thought I'd gone too

far, but then the trembling eased. In the background of my mental link, I heard

underwater explosions and the sound of battle cries: Cyclopes bellowing, mermen

shouting.

 

"Is Tyson okay?" I asked.

 

The question seemed to take my dad by surprise. He's fine. Doing much better

than I expected.

 

Though "peanut butter" is a strange battle cry.

 

"You let him fight?"

 

Stop changing the subject! You realize what you are asking me to do? My palace

will be destroyed.

 

"And Olympus might be saved."