'No, Percy! Duck! Slash downwards, not upwards! Are you feeling okay? Want to have a lie down?' Chiron said, looking down with concern at the exhausted Percy lying on the floor, beaten and bruised.

Percy looked up at his teacher in annoyance - and then gold struck him. Literally. A golden sword crashed into his head, and he fell to the ground, momentarily blind. He had then got up one minute later, his head aching and his girlfriend holding his hand. People knelt beside him, checking him for wounds and illnesses. Percy had then gone along with the idea he didn't feel well, and walked away. Everyone stared after him.

Total Embarrasment.

Percy chucked Riptide on the table, growling. Clarrise had just beaten him once again in sword training. He was really out of practice.

He put his head in his hands, and closed his eyes for a second. He was comforted by the sound of the waves splashing against his cabin, the distant roar of the sea. Then he was pulled out of his trance as the door swung open. There stood Tyson, grinning. He rushed at Percy, yelling, 'brother! Brother!'

Percy tried to brace himself, but he was crushed into a hug.

'Can't . . . breathe,' he choked.

'Sorry!' Tyson let go and examined him. His grin dropped and he touched Percy's face gently, or as gently as a finger the size of a cat could be.

'Brother not feeling well?' he asked.

Percy shook his head, sweating.

Tyson held out his arms, as though he knew what was going to happen next.

'I can feel illness on you. Brother going to fall asleep.'

That was the moment Percy passed out.