It was a horrible dream. He was in a dark, musty place, and chained to the wall.
His wrists were sore, signaling that he was at least staying in there for longer than an hour. There seemed to be a loud noise in his ear. Something that won't quit.
Wait - it wasn't a dream. It was real-life. A huge Cyclops guarded the front, as if Jason could just get out of his chains and escape.
Beside him, was Thalia. She had tears rolling down her cheeks, and seemed to be saying something.
He shook his head. What was she saying?
Jason's head was fuzzy. The ringing noise got louder. Before he could fully look around, he blacked out.
Percy woke up with a start. Why did he have a feeling that he needed to kick some butt? He was tired from the night before, at Capture the Flag. All he needed was some rest…
There was a loud snore, and Percy nearly fell out of bed. Tyson the Cyclops, his younger brother, was sleeping in his cabin! Percy got out, tapping Tyson gently on his arm.
Tyson woke up, and accidently punched Percy in the face.
"Ow!" Percy moaned.
"Sorry, brother. I thought...something bad happened…"
"When did you get here?"
"Daddy thinks Percy needs company."
Percy nodded his head. "Okay. Glad to see you here. How's dad doing?"
"Fine. He is going to watch a movie with Amphitrite. Deep Sea - something about it being 'romantic'."
Percy lowered his voice. "Did, you, um, happen to see anything weird going on?"
Tyson looked confused. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just have a feeling that - what time is it?"
"Quarter to nine," Tyson reported.
"Man, I promised to do a one-against-one to Clarisse!" Percy raced out as Tyson called after him, "Good luck, brother!"