𝒞𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒸 | ᴘᴇʀᴄʏ ᴊᴀᴄᴋꜱᴏɴ¹

2. Siri play Under The Sea from The Little Mermaid

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And deep beneath the rolling waves

In the labyrinth of coral caves

The echo of distant time

Comes willowing across the sand

And everything is green and submarine

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⚔  Percy hated dreaming.

It took the top—second spot in his most hated things in life. The top spot belonged to Nico's attempts at cooking. 

The visions, omens, and all that other mystical stuff included in the dreams always made his brain hurt.

He was currently at the palace of the Titans on top of Mount Othrys, otherwise known as Mount Tamalpais in California. The main pavillion was open to the night, ringed with black Greek columns and statues of the Titans. Torchlight glowed against the black marble floor.

In the centre of the room, an armoured giant struggled under the weight of a swirling funnel cloud—Atlas, holding up the sky.

Two other giant men stood nearby over a bronze brazier, studying images in the flames.

"Quite an explosion," one said. He wore black armour studded with silver dots like a starry night. His face was covered in a war helm with a ram's horn curling on either side.

"It doesn't matter," the other said. This Titan was dressed in gold robes, with golden eyes like Kronos. His entire body glowed. He reminded Percy of Apollo, except the Titan's light was harsher and his expression crueller. "The gods have answered the challenge. Soon they will be destroyed."

The images in the fire were hard to make out: storms, buildings crumbling, mortals screaming in terror. That looked fun.

"I will go east to marshal our forces," the golden Titan said. "Krios, you shall remain and guard Mount Othrys."

"I always get the stupid jobs. Lord of the South. Lord of Constellations. Now I get to babysit Atlas while you have all the fun."

Under the whirlwind of clouds, Atlas bellowed in agony.

"Let me out, curse you! I am your greatest warrior. Take my burden so I may fight!"

"Quiet!" the golden Titan roared. "You had your chance, Atlas. You failed. Kronos likes you just where you are. As for you, Krios, do your duty."

"And if you need more warriors?" Krios asked. "Our treacherous nephew in the tuxedo will not do you much good in a fight."

The golden Titan laughed. "Don't worry about him. Besides, the gods can barely handle our first little challenge. They have no idea how many others we have in store. Mark my words, in a few days' time, Olympus will be in ruins, and we will meet here again to celebrate the dawn of the Sixth Age!"

The golden Titan erupted into flames and disappeared.

"Oh, sure," Krios grumbled. "He gets to erupt into flames. I get to wear these stupid rams' horns."

The scene shifted.

Percy was outside the pavillion, hiding in the shadows of a Greek column. A boy stood next to him, eavesdropping on the Titans. He had dark silky hair, pale skin, and dark clothes—Nico was here with him.