Hey, sorry guys, three months is a long time. Studying for finals, same old same old.

Here's a new one, don't sue me please, if you understand what I'm saying.

I'm really starting to get sick of all of these. I mean, all I wanted to do was to enjoy this peaceful year in camp half-blood. I mean is it too hard to ask for something as simple as that? I have a beautiful girlfriend, my relationship with my dad was great, surrounded by friends. But Percy couldn't have that, could he? Nooo, Percy has to defend Olympus, again!

So what is good ol' Percy doing right now? Oh, probably being chased by a thirty five foot hydra. It's not a big deal, let's give the hydra teeth that can tear you to shreds just like cutting a butter with a sword. ALSO don't forget to add the acid spit, I'm sure Percy can handle it, he can handle anything.

I keep thinking that is what the old gods are saying while sipping their nectar tea or something. It might not be true, but it angers me still.

At this point, I'm just running around in circle with the hydra chasing me endlessly while spitting acid. So far, it almost bit me twice and almost melted my face thrice.

I faced a hydra once a long time ago, of course that one is much smaller and less angry than this one. This one is different. It has a massive giant body with two giant legs and green scales like the scales of a snake. The tail is about fifteen meters long, and it looks like it can crush you with just one swing from its tail.

The massive football field is surrounded by thousands of chairs, and every seat is filled. The brilliant shining light, the roaring of the crowds. In different circumstances, I might like their cheering. Of course in those circumstances, I would be wearing a football jersey.

'Well the ladies and gentlemen! As you can see, this thirty foot hydra is well equipped with teeth sharper than the most honed blades, I sure as hell do not want to get touched by that!' The commentator says gleefully, 'Not to mention with his acid spits, it melts rock within seconds! Ouch, I do not want to touch that. But did I say what my favorite part from this hydra is?'

I feel the heavy stomps of the hydra stopped. Still running, I turn my head around, the hydra opens his mouth widely. From there, as if fire is gathering in his throat, it swells up really quick.

'FIRE BREATHING!' The commentator shouts.

The hydra lets out a massive inferno out of his mouth. I can feel the heat as the fire quickly reaches me. The heat reaches all around my neck and hair. I jump over to the side quickly, the fire misses me by a second.

It crashes into the ground near the goal post; it melted down the goal post and almost hit the spectators. The fire leaves a giant black mark, turning green grasses into a pile of black ashes. Some of the grasses are still on fire.

'Courtesy of the elder gods.' The commentator says happily.

'Percy!' Calypso yells.

I was only exposed to the heat for a couple of seconds, but already my forehead and my back is wet from my sweat. I can feel my breath getting shorter.

'Andddd, let's not forget! Head multiplication!' The commentator seems to be enjoying this to the fullest.

The hydra stops, and around its neck, there are movements. Two new hydra heads sprouts of from the hydra's side of the neck.

I really hate that commentator guy, more so if he's really my brother.

They're all alike with razor sharp teeth, and hungry eyes. Their eyes might as well say, 'Hey! Let me eat you, I'm hungry!'

'PERCY! PERCY! PERCY!' The crowds starts to chant my name even louder.

'Well then, will the public hero, Percy Jackson survive this fight? Come on Percy, people came to see blood! Now then people, you're going to need to chant louder if you want Percy to hear it!' The commentator says.

The stadium seems to be shaking with the crowd roaring my name; it would've felt good if I don't have to face a hydra.

'As you may remember ladies and gentlemen, our hero, Percy Jackson killed a hydra once. Of course, the last one that he slew was the modern version of the hydra. This one unfortunately, is the REAL ancient hydra, just like the one that Hercules slew.' I can feel the commentator smirking even without seeing him.

Last time Clarisse blew the hydra to pieces with a gunship, but right now there is none to be found nearby.

Hydra… Hercules killed one a long time ago, but for the love of me, I can't remember how he did it. I groan, Annabeth mention it once, but it was a few years ago. The only thing I remember is that if you cut one head, it'll grow two more heads. I guess that seals down the option of cutting its head.

Think, what do I need?

This is pointless, I can't remember it even to save my life. Where should I strike then? The white belly might be a good idea, it seems vulnerable. I can just slit it open if I can get past that three heads.

The hydra charges right toward me, and for something really big, it's really fast. The hydra closes in on me for every second. Every stomp it makes, shakes the ground that I'm standing on. I charge forward in return for its movement.

Suddenly the hydra stops, I wondered why but I keep moving forward. And then I feel a long shadow right above me. The hydra's heads are coming after me, while the body is still meters away from me.

One of the heads tries to snap me, but I duck just in time.

The second one approaches me in an instant; it opens its mouth widely. I can smell the rotting acid from the hydra's throat. I can see its teeth, ready to chop me into pieces.

I dodge to the right, but one of the teeth scratches my left arm. Reactively, I raise my sword and slice the hydra's neck, cutting its head off.

'Ooofff! That has got to hurt! But boy, beheading a hydra, what a mistake to do that!' The commentator says.

Uh-Oh I thought to myself after realizing what I just did.

The neck that I chopped of its head starts to squirm. It squirms really hard until finally the neck splits and they both grow a head. Now it has four head.

The two head that just grow back open their mouth wide, flames start to spark inside their mouth. The two head blast fire from their mouth, bigger than the last one, twice as big so to speak. I jump over to the side but the blast hits the ground, and the recoil hits me. It throws me twenty feet away from where I was.

The hydra isn't done, it takes another two giant steps toward me while I desperately trying to get on my feet.

I feel dizzy, and it seems really hard to find my balance. I feel like I can just fall back to the ground really quick, but that would kill me. My ears are ringing really hard up to the point that I can't hear anything but the sound of buzzing.

I can see the blood on my left arm, my blood, but at this point I can't even feel that wound.

All four heads of the hydra approach me at the same time with hunger in their eyes. I regain my balance just in time, even though I'm still a bit dizzy.

The four heads come snapping at me. I dodge them one by one, approaching the hydra's belly. The heads move at deadly purpose, but I dodge them all. Somehow, it feels like they're moving a bit slower than they were before.

I got through and the heads stop coming after me. I turn around a bit and then I see the heads are tangled with each other. I charge forward to the belly and I plunge my sword there. I feel somehow much stronger, I slit the hydra's belly wide open easily, like cutting butter.

Black blood pours out of there as the hydra groans in pain. The blood showers me almost immediately.

The commentator laughs, 'Bad choice there, brother.'

I feel the blood burning away my skin, I scream in pain as the burn gets more and more intense, as if I'm taking a bath in a pool of acid. I let go of Riptide, and fall to the ground. I roll over on the ground and squirm in pain. The pain is almost as bad as the Styx.

'NO! PERCY!' I can hear Calypso screaming.

'Hydra's blood is poisonous, don't you know?' The commentator says.

I don't know how long it lasted, all I know is that I lost track of time as I squirm in pain. Now the pain is gone, but I feel numb. My whole body feels petrified, I can't move. I can't feel any strength from my arms or my legs.

'I guess it's game over then, it was nice knowing you brother, but then again I doubt you're a son of Poseidon. No son of Poseidon is that weak.' The commentator laughs.

Move you stupid body. I keep shouting inside my head, but I still can't move.

Every sound seems to be fading away. The audiences' cheering seems to be fading away. I can see Calypso, she keeps screaming my name, even that starts to fade away as well.

My skin stops feeling the breeze, even the grass under me no longer tickles.

I can see the hydra's head, already untangled. The hydra takes a few step back. Its heads slowly slither to me, like trying to decide how it's going to eat me.

My sight begins to fade away as well, but I know what's happening, I'm closing my eyes unwillingly.

Strangely enough, as everything fades away, sound begins to come back. Even the roaring of the crowds return to me.

'PERCY!' I can hear Calypso's scream. That's odd.

Suddenly I can feel the wind again on my skin, the grass tickling as the wind blows them. My sight becomes clear again. Slowly, I can feel the strength in my arms.

'No! This is not how it's supposed to be! Hydra! Kill him now before he wakes up!' The commentator shouts frantically.

I realized then what's happening. I can feel water dropping from the sky, touching my skin gently. As every drop of water falls, I regain more and more of my strength. Within seconds, it starts pouring down like a waterfall.

Rain, like a gift from the gods, or perhaps it's just a coincidence? Either way it's something that had saved my life.

I can see the burn marks on my arms begin to wash away, my wounds are healing.

The hydra's four heads come at me at the same time, but I feel strength, nothing like I have ever felt before. There's no time to dodge, so I focused on the earth that we're standing on. The earth shakes violently and the ground that the hydra stands upon falls apart, it throws the hydra off balance.

I feel my strength being drained away really quick, but it saves me enough time. I roll over away from the hydra.

'NO!' The commentator shouts.

I put some distance away from the hydra, while it tries to get upon stable ground. I stand up slowly, and then I smirk. I feel satisfied now that the commentator is upset.

I feel more power than even when I was usually being in water, it's odd, but it's good.

The hydra regains his footings but I feel like even I can take him on bare-handed. I focus on the rain, the drops of water around me stop in midair. I mold the water around me into water spears, hundreds of water spears begin to form around me.

The hydra charges, but the water spears are ready. I smile happily. I shoot all the water spears toward the hydra.

The hydra roars in pain as the first couple spears pierce right through the hydra, and then the roar stops as every spear pierces right through the hydra, tearing it into pieces. The spears rip the hydra quickly, not even giving it enough time to regenerate its head. Finally every head that the hydra possesses are cut off, and all that is left from the hydra is only half of his body. The remaining falls forward to the ground.

I look around, looking for that commentator, and then I see a big white box, at the far end of the stadium right above the spectator seats. I can see someone in there, the commentator.

The rain slowly stops. It drained me almost dry from what I just did, but I still have enough for one last trick.

The rain finally stops, and then I form a trident made from water in my hands. I throw the trident, aiming for the big white box. The trident pierces right through the white box; it staples the commentator to the wall behind him. His neck is stuck on the gap between the trident's blades.

'Yeah, I think I am the son of Poseidon.' I smile.