Ah, yes. A definate OOWS. Over-Obsessive Writing Syndrome.
Chapter 3
Cluless Clues
"Yes, Delphin?" Poseidon asked as Delphin swam in the throne room.
Delphin opened his mouth to speak, but Poseidon beat him to it.
"Oh, please don't be about Percy being found dead. My only son since World War Two."
"Oh, no. In fact, it is good news."
Poseidon perked up at that. "Really? Is Percy found?"
"Not exactly."
"What do you mean, not exactly?" Poseidon furiously yelled. Delphin shrunk down a couple of feet. Poseidon rubbed his temples.
"My apologies, Delphin. These are clueless clues you are telling me."
"Clueless clues indeed, my lord. A son of Zeus, or should I say, a son of Jupiter-"
"What?" Poseidon interrupted.
"Let me finish. A son of Jupiter says that he knows where Percy is. But you won't like it. Not at all."
"Tell me," Poseidon urged.
"Percy is at the Roman Camp. With no memory of who he is, who you are, who anyone in his life is."
Poseidon looked at Delphin suspiciously. "Tell me, did the son of Jupiter lose his memory too?"
Delphin nodded.
"Hera," Poseidon sneered. "She will pay for this."
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