Now, I actually do wake up. The world comes in as a hazy blur but finally when my eyes come into focus, I am covered in shards of glass. I get to my feet letting the glass slide onto the floor and look around for Riptide.

"Why are you still here, Percy Jackson?" hisses Hypnos. He has a few cuts from the glass on his face but otherwise looks unharmed. The corridor is now lit with firelight, torches lining both walls. This time, Hypnos was dressed for battle, with a silver breastplate and arm guards. I realized that he lacked a helmet, which would be good in my case. Other than that, he held a golden shield and a black horn. Any normal person could never change that fast.

"Because I need something of yours, Hypnos and I think I know just what it is now," I glance down at the black horn in his hand. He laughs crazily.

"You have one problem, Percy Jackson. You may have resisted my enchantments in here, but I guarantee you can't resist this." He raises his lips to the horn. I shove my hand inside of my pocket and finally feel Riptide. Just in time,I uncap the pen and take a hard lash at the hand holding the black horn. He releases it and it goes skidding across the floor. Hypnos curses in Ancient Greek and turns to me with a wild look in his eyes. I wonder how long this guy's been alone.

I ready Riptide as he pulls a celestial bronze sword out from his belt. I lash the sword out for a gash in Hypnos's armor but he deflects it with his blade. He aims a swipe at my stomach but I sidestep and go for another hit in his armor.

"YOU CAN'T BEAT ME JACKSON!" Hypnos screeches, swinging his sword at my head. I role out of the way and thrust Riptide at his leg. He staggers hitting the opposite wall and while he's occupied I place the tip of the sword at his throat.

He looks like he is focusing on me really hard, trying to sum up the energy to put me to sleep but his attempt fails. "Give me the horn or let me leave a few marks on you. Your choice," I say.

He gives me a look of hatred and growls," You haven't seen the last of me Percy Jackson. You have not weakened me." Then he disappears into thin air.

I sigh loudly and pick the black horn up from the ground. I read once, that Hypnos's ideal weapon was the black horn, said to put his enemies asleep when blown into. Obviously they'll be some things that we'll have to put asleep along the way. I slide the horn into my belt andgo back to the door. When I fling it open there is only one person in the room. Annabeth, looking like she just saw a hamster do a has lots of scratches covering her body but doesn't seem to be thinking about them. She just looks surprised.

"The dracaena, they just, retreated as if something had gone wrong," she says. "Like their master must have called them off." She looks everywhere but my eyes.

"It was Hypnos," I tell her. I briefly explain my encounter with the god, and the dream. When I finish she wipes a sheen of sweat off of her forehead. "I'm not sure about this dream, Percy…what were the lines again?"

I repeat what the Oracle said in the Iris message. "Just what we need, another prophecy," she said angrily. "And with what you said about the gods, I don't know. If you are a suspect of the fleece then that definitely isn't a good sign. If they really do think that it's you then they'll track you down."

"But I didn't steal the fleece! I was one of the people who helped find it. We saved Thalia they just can't-"

"Percy, I know and they will have to think about that. But, my point is, even with Poseidon defending you, we should stay in hiding as much as possible. The gods will only think Poseidon is backing you up because you are his son."

I look at the floor, knowing that she's right but as soon as I take a step, I feel exhausted. I suppose resisting the urge to fall asleep sucks a little more out of you then I thought. Annabeth says that we shouldn't worry about the dream for now, because part of the job is already done. We have Hypnos's horn.

Annabeth says that we should stay here for a little while too before moving on, to get our strength back, and I don't object. She gives me a little ambrosia that she brought with her and lays out two sleeping bags on the floor. "So about this horn…" I start sitting down.

"We only get one blow in order for it to work," she said shoving the ambrosia back in her pack. "Which is why we have to pick wisely." She makes her voice louder on the word, wisely.

"You don't think I'll choose a good time to blow in it?" I ask.

She smiles and says," No."