Chapter 4 (Percy) The Dream

Chiron and Argus were gone. Instead, we got this old lunatic, Tantalus, to be our activities director. Worst of all was that I had a monster for a half-brother. Tyson turned out to be a child of Poseidon as well. Seriously Dad? This is not cool alright. Everyone's treating me like I'm the pitiful loser with an ugly monster for a brother. I'm angry with my dad, angry at Tyson and angry at myself. Suddenly, being a son of Poseidon wasn't so cool anymore. This was like a joke. I thought that my dad would go "Oops. Wrong person," but that didn't happen.

Annabeth tried to make me feel better but it didn't work. I continued camp life. I did archery but was thrashed by the Apollo kids but I thrashed them back in swordplay. Swordplay had always been my greatest strength and favourite activity at camp. Everyone told me that I was the second most powerful and talented swordsman in over 200 years. I asked them who the first was and they told me it was Adrian, Annabeth's brother. I've duelled with Luke before he betrayed us and he was extremely good. One Apollo guy, Will Solace, told me that Adrian would go easy on Luke and could still beat him. The guy must have been really good.

Even though Tantalus had insisted that we forget about the camp border problem, some campers had secretly kept it up by going on group patrols once in a while. I sat on top of Half-Blood Hill, thinking about the Iris message that Adrian sent to us before being attacked by Luke. Adrian said that Kronos was rising and Luke had said, "Long live Kronos." I felt ashamed and angry. Ashamed that I hadn't even noticed that Adrian was gone. Angry for not recognising that Luke was a traitor.

That night, Tyson and I talked for a while. Tyson looked at me with his baby brown eye.

"You are mad?"

I realised I was glaring at the statue of Poseidon. "Nah. I'm not."

He was way too long with for his bunk. He pulled the covers up and his feet was left out. "I'm a monster." A tear trailed down his cheek.

I bit my lip. "Don't say that."

"I will be a good and kind monster. Then everyone would be happy and not mad anymore."

I stared at the ceiling. I sighed and went back to sleep.

In my dream, Grover was wearing a dress. A wedding dress to be specific. Have you ever seen a satyr wear a dress before? No? Good for you. It was horrendous. He was also wearing a tattered veil that covered up his face. He was standing in a cave and he was staring right at me.

"Thank the gods!" he yelled. "Can you hear me?" he asked.

"Tell me if you can hear me. I don't have much strength to project any longer."

"I can hear you." I replied. It was a bit slow to respond because the dream was all fuzzy. I looked around the room. There was a massive boulder that was blocking an exit. "What's going on, Grover?"

Suddenly, from behind the boulder, came another voice. A monsters voice. "Honeypie! Are you done yet?"

Grover flinched and replied in a very falsetto voice. "No, no. Not yet. A few more days to go!"

The monster grumbled. "Hasn't it been twenty weeks already?"

"No, dearest! Only five days! There should be seven more days to go!" said Grover.

The monster's voice stopped. Perhaps it was doing math. It was probably worser than me.

"Alright but hurry. Fifty weeks, shouldn't be too long away."

Yep. His arithmetic was worser than mine. Thundering footfalls gradually got softer as the monster tromped away. Grover turned back to me. "It was a trap. I'm on an island in the middle of the sea."

"Where?" I asked. The edges of the dream started to evaporate.

"I'm not sure but I turned left at Florida and it was a trap. This is why no satyr has ever found Pan! They found Polyphemus instead!" Grover sounded scared.

'Who?"

"A Cyclops. I almost got away." He fidgets the dress.

I remembered the first dream that I got on the last day of school. "Hang on… The Cyclops thinks you're…"

Grover wailed. "Yes. A lady Cyclops. He's going to marry me."

"I'm coming for you Grover. Where are you?"

"The Sea of Monsters, of course."

"What?"

"YUMMY SHEEPY MEATY. YOU THREE WILL BE IN A POT SOON. AND YOU TOO WIDGET!" The Cyclops was back and was singing. I'd rather listen to Apollo's poetry than this.

"I'd better go." Grover whimpered. The dream disappeared and Tyson's eye was looking down at me worried.

"Is Percy OK?"

His voice sent shivers down my spine, as it was nearly the same as the voice I heard in my dream.