Sorry for being late for this one lads. I've been on a vacation and forgot to mention it previously.

Well, anyway, again sorry for the delay. Enjoy!

Yukimura swings his fist, it's a sharp mean left jab. I duck quickly, anticipating his jab. He quickly follows up with a series of elbows and knees. I keep blocking and swaying from his strikes. At the end, he uses a lightning fast uppercut. i manage to sway to the right, but his fist grazes my cheek. He continues with a fast spin and kick, aimed at my face. I quickly use my left hand to push away his feet, changing the direction of the kick. He's open wide because of that kick, and then I take one quick and wide step toward him. I use the back of my sword to hit him, but when I raise my blade, I freeze. I feel a sting of pain in my back, I slowly look back and I see the young son of Poseidon with his dagger plunged deep into my body.
The scene then begins to fade, and then I see something else. A young boy playing in the field of grass, under the bright shining ray of the sun. He rolls around, jumps around, and slides around. His mother is sitting under a nearby tree, watching his son with a smile on her face.
Behind the woman, sea foams begin to gather and forms. Poseidon appears our of the sea foams, holding a bag of toys over his shoulder with one hand. Poseidon approaches the woman from behind and then closes her eyes with his other hand. The woman smiles, she quickly turns around and she gives him a quick smooch. Poseidon smiles, and then he turns to the boy. The young boy sees him and runs straight to him. Poseidon drops the bag of toys, he spreads his arms and then catches the young boy. He picks up the boy and the boy kisses Poseidon in the cheek.
They look like one big happy family, until suddenly the woman starts coughing violently. Poseidon and the boy still haven't noticed, the woman tries to hide it but she keeps coughing until finally she coughs out blood. The woman looks at her own hands wet with blood. She looks at them with horror on her face, and then she collapses to the ground.
Poseidon is the first to notice this, he quickly puts the boy on the ground and dashes straight to the woman. The young boy just stands there, staring at both Poseidon and the young woman with a completely helpless face.
I slowly open my eyes, taking me a couple of seconds before realizing that it was all only a dream. I sit up and find myself in what it appears to be a cabin room made from woods. It looks like a hotel room.
The furnitures are really simple. The cabin only has a pair of beds, one for each person, and I'm sitting in one. There's a small wooden desk that separates the two beds. On the small wooden desk is a small lamp and a telephone. A small tv is placed on another wooden desk, at the opposite side of the beds. There's also a wardrobe right next to the door.
Scratch what I've said earlier, this place looks exactly like a hotel room. The door creaks open, and it shifts my attention to the door right away.

Calypso sees me, and then she yelps, 'Percy!' She dashes to me and hugs me. 'You're up!' She says happily.
Calypso is dressed differently. She's now wearing a white bikini that reveals her perfectly slim waist, stomach, and her flawlessly perfect slightly tanned skin, alongside a linen cloth with flower motive, wrapping the lower part of her body from the waist until the knees. Her hair is still braided over one shoulder, but there's a single red rise tucked behind her ear and a couple of other flowers slipped between her hair. There can't possibly exist a mortal who won't blush after seeing this, her appearance is enough to make ten men fall in love with her at once.

She took me by surprise, I stop breathing and thinking for a minute before realizing what just happened. I slowly put my arms around her as well, I smile. 'Yeah, I'm fine.'

She pulls back, and then she exhales in relief. She looks sadly at me. 'I-I've been so worried. You've been asleep for five days, I thought that you'll never get up.'
The memories start to come rushing back at me. That dream, the one where I was struck down by that young son of Poseidon, it was real. It really did happen.
I quickly lift my shirt to check the wound. I was sure that he really got me that time. The upper part of my stomach is wrapped in bandages, I slowly run my hand on the wound, I can barely feel the wound. I wince a little from the slight feeling of pain, the wound is almost closed up perfectly. It's unbelievable, how did something like that manage to close up in several days? More importantly, how is it that I'm still alive? I know for certain that the dagger hit a vital point.

I slowly turn back to Calypso. 'What happened.. I mean after I got stabbed.'
Calypso's face darkens, as if dreading to remember what happened. She looks away slightly, her face looks sad.

'I-I couldn't save you, Percy...' Tears start rolling down her eyes and cheeks. 'I tried to heal you after you collapsed, but it didn't work... My song somehow wasn't able to affect you... I thought that I lost you for good.'
I feel bad right away. Her perfect face is now drenched in tears, her cheeks are red and her eyes are puffy. She must have been crying for days, and now I made her cry again. It's impossible not to feel sad and guilty when seeing tears as gentle and innocent as Calypso's.

I pat her head and smiles. 'I'm sorry... For making you worried. But I'm fine now, so you don't have to cry anymore.' I try to assure her.
She looks at me, and starts to calm down. She wipes away her tears, but her face is still red. Gods, I forgot how beautiful she can be.
I think again, if Calypso wasn't the one who save me, then who did? Who was powerful enough to drive away two sons of Poseidon? Certainly can't be only one person.

I stiffen, 'How is it that I'm still alive?' I ask her.

Calypso looks down slightly, 'He said that his name was Marcus Rain, the eldest son of Poseidon.' Calypso looks me in the eyes, 'He's the one who saved you, Percy. He used magic, a really powerful one, something that I don't see often from a demigod.'

My eyes widen, 'Why did one of them even bother to save me? I thought that they all want me dead!'

Calypso shook her head, 'I don't know, Percy, I really don't. He said that-' Calypso bites her lips, 'He said that if there is any chance to stop this war, I would be the key. He asked me to tell you to protect me no matter what the cost.' Calypso looks down guiltily. 'I'm sorry... For being so much of a burden...'

I exhale and then I smile, 'You're not a burden. You're a friend, and friends protect each other no matter what.' I scratch my head. 'What did Marcus mean when he said you're the key?'
Calypso thinks, 'I don't know. I didn't think that I can even significant to this war.'
Marcus Rain, the eldest son of Poseidon. Could he be that person that I saw with Willy and that young son of Poseidon? If he wants to stop this war, why didn't he just tell his brothers to stop it? Or even join our side.
I shook my head, there's no reason to think too much about it. I'll just find the answers later.

I look around examining the room, 'So where are we anyway?' I ask.
Calypso smiles, she pulls me out of the bed. 'Take a look for yourself, I think you're going to like it.'
I let her pulls my hand. When the door opens, the sun blinds my eyes immediately and for a moment. I walk out slowly, and finally get the sun out of my eyes. I can smell the ocean breeze and the calm noise of the waves.
I look around, trying to figure out as where this place is. It looks a lot like a beach resort. Dozens of people wearing Hawaii t-shirts and short beach pants are walking around on the road. Palm trees are everywhere, and almost everyone is holding a drink with a funny straw. The air here is warm, almost hot actually, but the ocean breeze makes the air here nicer. Straw wooden huts are everywhere, from holiday cabins, hotels, to bars and cafes.

Calypso turns to me gleefully, 'We're in Indonesia! Or at least that's what everybody's been saying.'

'Indonesia..?' I mutter, I've never been to Indonesia before in my life. Even though the primordial gods have been warping me here and there, it still comes as a surprise to find myself so far away from home right now. 'Where exactly in Indonesia?' I ask.

'This is one of the private islands in the thousand islands.' An unfamiliar voice says from behind.
I turn around and see a man with tanned skin, dressed like an english butler, probably a local here. He seems to be at his late twenty. He's carrying a silver plate on his right hand with a letter on the plate.

'Mr. Percy Jackson?' He says with a stuttering Asian accent.

'That's me.'
The butler offers me the letter on the plate. I take the letter, he then slightly bows and leaves us.

'Who was that?' Calypso asks.
I turn the letter around, there's a small hourglass stamp on the front of the letter.

I stare at the letter. 'I don't know.' I tear it open. 'But there's only one way to find out.'