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We walked into a wide chamber and inside were many Cyclopes. They were making all sorts of amour and weapons. For the next hour or so I was melted, reshaped and bonded with further metals. It was painful, it felt like I was getting ripped apart (Quite literally). I cried out to the Cyclopes but of course living organisms can't hear me and so I had to suffer.
When it finished I did admit I felt stronger. I didn't bend as easily now and I could feel myself much larger than before. Hercules picked me up and we left on a long journey…
Months later
We had finally got to the end of the world. I could see Atlas holding up the sky and I could also see Ladon, the dragon that guarded The Tree of Hesperides. On that tree were many golden apples which sparkled in the sunlight. Hercules drew me out and I had my first taste of battle and bloodshed…
My life didn't always stay like this though, I ended up having reshaped and having a pen form. After many owners and staying in Poseidon's armory for thousands of years I was finally given to Percy Jackson who still owns me today.
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