Chapter 19: Typhon Tumbling
Tyson, in bandages and a bronze cast for his left arm, charged forth in his chariot of pegasi. Right alongside him was Poseidon, his father, wearing silver armor and a golden crown with three horns. He wielded his trusted eight-foot trident, aiming it toward the giant Typhon.
Typhon was about a hundred feet tall and covered in dark, repugnant smog. His fingers were twirling and hissing like flaming ten-foot-long snakes, and his eyes glowed a putrid yellow. He had six wings emerging from the fumes, which were spread out in an extended, daring, intimidating manner. He slowly marched toward the glimmering tower of the Empire State Building, the gateway to the great Mount Olympus.
Poseidon cried out to his son in a desperate voice, "Where is Percy? He said this was going to work!"
Tyson could barely hear his father. The winds and smoke that encircled Typhon to mask his true form were creating a massive hurricane. Typhon was the eye.
"Be patient, daddy!" Tyson answered, screaming at the top of his lungs just to hear himself. "Percy will find a way! He always does! He has to!"
Tyson turned his attention and witnessed the thousands of venti and pegasi surrounding the enormous monster and attacking it. Cyclopses riding the pegasi threw spears and shot arrows from their chariots. Typhon barely even flinched. He maintained his pace.
Finally, Poseidon groaned in impatience and frustration. He lifted his hands as high as he could. Waves began to build up and crash against Typhon. Poseidon, whispering an ancient Greek chant, dropped his hands immediately. Lightning fell from the heavens and ignited the gases surrounding Typhon. A brilliant flash illuminated the night sky, blinding all the soldiers.
Tyson remained silent. Suddenly, Beckendorf and Silena flew on Blackjack to view the events that had just transpired.
Beckendorf smiled and cheered, "You did it! My lord, you did it!"
A small grin tugged at the edge of Tyson's mouth. But it quickly faded away. The oceans and the skies began to rumble. A monstrous, demented outline could barely be seen. Typhon lived.
"LEAVE..."
A giant hand came reaching for Poseidon. Tyson screeched before covering his mouth. Poseidon and the others began to retreat.
"ME..."
The hand swept up and began to squeeze the life out of Poseidon. Golden ichor trickled down his face from his eyes and nostrils. Tyson stood paralyzed in horror.
"ALONE... ALL OF YOU..."
Before Typhon could crush Tyson's dad into nothingness, the ground began to quake. Before the eye could process what had happened, a giant abyss appeared under everyone, swallowing a huge portion of water and one angry monster. Percy, Bianca, and Nico emerged from the darkness on blossoming flowers. Percy was dead quiet, Bianca was in disarray, and Nico glared into the distance with eyes red from crying.
Tyson smiled and rode over to hug Percy. He opened his arms, but Percy did not. He did not even flinch.
Tyson looked at Percy confused, "Percy?"
Percy opened his mouth to speak, "We need to get to Camp. NOW!"