Curse of the Triblood

Chapter 13

Percy POV

I don't usually have nightmares. I usually have a dream of me and Aphrodite on a beach or in one of our countless previous date sights. But this was one of the few times where Aphrodite didn't show up for our late-night dream dates. It was dark and stormy; I could see Grover running from what I could tell was Florida. Somewhere that I haven't been in years and nor do I want to. Not to say anything against Florida, just that I have a bad history with anything around the southernmost eastern coast.

Something was chasing him; I couldn't see what it was but I could hear it muttering and cursing. Grover ran into a wedding dress store and hid in a pile of dresses worth about as much money as my sister Alyssa's bank account. He tried to hide but the door to the store blew open due to the storm.

A monster's shadow came into view. I could smell him from the dream and knew that smell well. The smell of rotten flesh, wet wool, and crap. He roared and went to grab Grove as the thunder clouds rolled and flashes of lighting escaped the stormy gray skies. It was like Zeus had his underwear in a knot.

"MMMIIIIIIINNNNNNEEEE!" the monster screamed.

I sat up quickly in a cold sweat. It was just past midnight, and everyone was asleep. We were supposed to have a soiree later and everyone was going to be awake for a while so sleep was kind of needed. I snapped my fingers and the lights of the room turned on.

I got off my bed and looked in the reflection of the giant fish tank. The exotic fish were looking concerned. I looked at my face and the scar on my right arm. I used my right hand to trace over the scar on my neck that continued to my face. I then looked to my imperial gold arm. I left my room quickly and went to the gym that my dad had made sure was built for me so I could train at home.

I began to work out like a true Spartan. The current mortals had the basic of the idea of what we did all those years ago but they never understood that demigod Spartans trained harder. Many Roman and Greek demigods had fallen to a regular Spartan soldier and many more had fallen to a Spartan demigod. I had trained every day since camp, but a true Spartan does not only train their body but also their mind. War is not won by solely pure strength but also pure wit. I would do push-ups while reading from the book by Athena.

While Spartans weren't rippling muscles and extremely buff, contrary to what most people think nowadays. I made sure to train harder than ever before. The strength and speed of a tri-blood is something I never had before. I opened my palm and reached in my pocket, with both Riptide and Olethros in hand I started training with slashes and twists and parries. I closed my eyes and recalled every war and battle I had been apart of. Every time someone had bested me and replayed the fights as I used techniques that would have kept me alive. I replayed the fights that I won barely and fought them with the same side steps and counter attacks.

I imagined fighting several wolves. I ducked under one and slashed the other in half. I spun around and slashed and rammed the tip of Olethros through him. I then imagined fighting a giant monster by an old creek in England. I punched and I jumped over him with a reverse grip on Olethros and slammed it down the giant's head-turning him into ice and then killing him.

I continued doing so and began panting. My shirt was filled with sweat and I could see some blood on my all-white shirt. One of my wounds had to have opened up again. I took off my shirt and looked for the wound. My body was filled with scars. Being a tri-blood makes me a prime target for monsters. I found a staple gun for wounds and closed the wound.

"Bad dream?" someone asked. I turned to see my older brother Brian.

"How'd you know?" I asked.