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Okay I sort of forgot to do the disclaimer so I'm just going to do it now…

Do I look like the dude on the picture of the PJO? NO? Yeah, well, I didn't think so.

Let the awesomeness begin…

I decided to go visit my dad, Poseidon, god of the freaking sea, horses, and now peanut butter.

Running my hand through my hair, I sauntered into the throne room. It was a colossal area-stretching who-knows-how-many miles across the ocean floor. The whole palace was made of a variety of blues and greens with topazes and aquamarines randomly sprouting onto the walls and columns. Light-yes, even if it's impossible, rays of light can reach the bottom of the ocean floor-streamed in from behind columns surrounding the perimeter. Seaweed in pots was waving with the slight ocean current. Fishes and other marine animals strolled inward on their fins and chattered in the Language of the Oceanic, which I knew pretty well. I decided to eavesdrop on them. Hey, what can I say? I'm a stalker-ish Cyclops.

I tuned my ears to adjust to the shrieks of the animals and listened to every single conversation:

"Did you hear about the new prophecy?"

"Maybe, it's him!"

"It involves a Cyclopes, right?"

"Do you think Master knows?"

I quickly withdrew my awesome hearing and started to move slowly through the crowd. Well, of course I had to move slowly-it's the only way to move in water. It's like one of those movies Percy, the demigod who saved the world, showed me in a theatre-cinema. The movie slowed at a very considerable amount of time while melodramatic music played. It's called "slow-mo."

Anyways, when I got past the humongous gathering, I saw my father talking with Triton, one of my half-brothers. I think they were chatting about military strategies and tactics. I'm not really sure because I work in the forges since Cyclopes are good blacksmiths.

"Wassup, daddieo?" I asked, imitating Percy. I nodded my head in Triton's direction and received looks of annoyance and disgust.

"Hello, son," my father's voice boomed 'cause that's how awesome he is. "I received an Iris Message from camp, and I was told that you have to go on a quest."

"Whoa, hold on! I-as in me-have to go on a quest? With Percy? Or by myself? AWESOMENESS!" I screamed in delight, shaking like a high ten-year old.

"Yes, you get to go on a quest, but by yourself. And, you and Triton are going to train for about a day before you go. I'll tell you the prophecy later." He stated, making a quick exit. Triton groaned.

I raised my eyebrow and waggled away, taunting him with my superior sickness.

"Wanna start training today? We can do it in the pavilion or court or in the battle arena!"

Triton looked at me with a look just exploding with contempt, disdain, and hatred. I shrinked away from his tall form when he started to glow. "Why don't you just stay away from me? I don't like you! I never did! Don't you get it? Never mind, I'm going to play with my My Little Ponies action figures."

"They're dolls," I called out after he was a certain distance away from me. I guess someone else has to train me.

"Rainboowwwwww!" I sang in my manly, mythical manner.

"Yes, Tyson?" he seemed really annoyed than normal. Frankly, he usually wrinkles his nostrils, shudders, and makes rude comments. Right now, he just had a hot temper.

"Uhhh," I stalled, not wanting to get on his nerves. "Do you know someone who can train me?"

"Why dontcha ask Triton?"

"He's too busy playing with his dolls!"

"At least he doesn't scream the My Little Pony theme song every time he enters a room. Gods, that was irksome."

"Tell me about it."

"Hey, maybe you could ask your other half-brother, Albert."

"Okayyyyy," I stretched out my "y" because Albert was the king of nerds of Cyclopes.

"See ya, Ty!" Rainbow galloped toward the other hippocampi, his watery, horse-framed body moving with incredible speed.

Gee, now I was wimpy enough to ask Albert for help? I totally suck at fighting, that's for sure.

Albert's going to come in the next chappie! Review with PEANUTBUTTER ALBERT TIME!

It'll make me happy ;{D