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"Sinbad!" I yell.

"Ngghh..." He wakes up.

I help him sit up.

"Ow." He winces.

"You okay?" I ask.

"Yeah. Fine." He says.

I help him up. I hug him quickly.

"You gave me quite a scare." I say.

"I'm fine. The cyclops?" He asks.

"Gone. You did it." I punch his soldier gently. 

"Yeah. That's what I'm afraid of." He turns.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"I just have a really bad feeling." He says.

"We have to tell father. He'd definitely will throw a party." I say.

"Yeah. Let's go." He says.

I nod.

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I let out a roar. The waves spin around me. The earth cracks under me. Bubble's erupt. The current picks up. I grip my trident. I've heard his cries. I've seen it all through the eyes of the seagulls. I slam my tentacle down.  

This will not stand. Sinbad...it's one thing to harm my son, but another to blind him. I hear him. I hear his screams. To lose an eye for him, I let out a breath. That mortal. He sure is something. He's clever. I had my eye on him for some time. I've always seen something in him. Despite him being the son of a slave. He beat my niece easy enough. I pick up my trident. But let's see him deal with me.

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