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temple with a red coral roof exploded, sending fire and debris streaming in slow motion across the farthest gardens. Out of the darkness above, an enormous form appeared—a squid larger than any skyscraper. It was surrounded by a glittering cloud of dust—at least I thought it was dust until I realized it was a swarm of mermen trying to attack the monster. The squid descended on the palace, swatted its tentacles, smashing whole columns of warriors. Then a brilliant arc of blue light shot from the rooftop of one of the tallest buildings.
    The light hit the giant squid, and the monster dissolved like food coloring in water.
    “Daddy,” Tyson said, pointing to where the light had come from.
    “ He did that?” I suddenly felt more hopeful. My dad had unbelievable powers. He was the god of the sea. He could deal with this attack, right? Maybe he’d let me help.
    “Have you been in the fight?” I asked Tyson in awe. “Like bashing heads with your awesome Cyclops strength and stuff ?”
    Tyson pouted, and immediately I knew I’d asked a bad question. “I have been . . . fixing weapons,” he mumbled. “Come. Let’s go find Daddy.”
    I know this might sound weird to people with, like, regular parents, but I’d only seen my dad four or five times in my life, and never for more than a few minutes. The Greek gods don’t exactly show up for their kids’ basketball games. Still, I thought I would recognize Poseidon on sight.
    I was wrong.
    The roof of the temple was a big open deck that had been set up as a command center. A mosaic on the floor showed an exact map of the palace grounds and the surrounding ocean, but the mosaic moved. Colored stone tiles representing different armies and sea monsters shifted around as the forces changed position. Buildings that collapsed in real life also collapsed in the picture.
    Standing around the mosaic, grimly studying the battle, was a strange assortment of warriors, but none of them looked like my dad. I was searching for a big guy with a good tan and a black beard, wearing Bermuda shorts and a Hawaiian shirt.
    There was nobody like that. One guy was a merman with two fishtails instead of one. His skin was green, his armor studded with pearls. His black hair was tied in a ponytail, and he looked young—though it’s hard to tell with non-humans. They could be a thousand years old or three. Standing next to him was an old man with a flowing white beard and gray hair. His battle armor seemed to weigh him down. He had green eyes and smile wrinkles around his eyes, but he wasn’t smiling now. He was studying the map and leaning on a large metal staff. To his right stood a beautiful woman in green armor with long black hair and strange little horns like crab claws. And there was a dolphin—just a regular dolphin, but it was staring at the map intently.
    “Delphin,” the old man said. “Send Palaemon and his legion of sharks to the western front. We have to neutralize those leviathans.”
    The dolphin spoke in a chattering voice, but I could understand it in my mind: Yes, lord! It sped away.
    I looked in dismay at Tyson, then back at the old man.
    It didn’t seem possible, but . . . “Dad?” I asked.
    The old man looked up. I recognized the twinkle in his eyes, but his face . . . he looked like he’d aged forty years.
    “Hello, Percy.”
    “What—what happened to you?”
    Tyson nudged me. He was shaking his head so hard I was afraid it would fall off, but Poseidon didn’t look offended.
    “It’s all right, Tyson,” he said. “Percy, excuse my appearance. The war has been hard on me.”
    “But you’re immortal,” I said quietly. “You can look . . . any way you want.”
    “I reflect the state of my realm,” he said. “And right now that state is quite grim. Percy, I should introduce you—I’m afraid you just missed my lieutenant Delphin, God of the Dolphins. This is my, er, wife, Amphitrite. My dear—”
    The lady in green armor stared at me coldly, then