Hours passed since the fight. I was getting bored, and tired.

"I'm going to bed," I said.

I walked to my room and fell on my bed, getting knocked out instantly.

Hey Jamal. You know who I am.

No.

Im the maker of your sword.

And who is that.

ODYSSEUS YOU DIMWAD.

Aren't you dead?

Yes. This is a hologram. I'm going to tell you about the swords origin.

What sword? And how are you a hologram in a dream.

AVENGER YOU DIMWAD. And I dont know.

OH.

It was along time ago, during the Trojan war. I was tired of going to the underworld and stuff, so I decided to star a shop. A weapon shop. But the swords I had in there were used and raggedy. So I wanted to work on a new one. That's where the idea for Avenger for help. I went around the world until I was in troy. There was a shop named 'Archimedes Weapons'. I stopped in, seeing as he was one of the best inventors, next to me. I walked in, and asks Archimedes if he could help me with my sword. He also made a duplicate one, Destroyer. When in battle with those two sword's together, you were almost unstoppable. But me and Archimedes never used these swords because of there power. I'm sure Archimedes told your friend this. Only a God, Titan, and Giant can break the swords, and when broken, they unleash the pure destruction of Greece. Only a God can fix it. Preferably Hephaestus. Use those swords true power only when you need it. I have to go. You're about To wake up.

My eyes snapped open. I walked to Damiens' room. He was already up.

"Hey D," I said. "Did Archimedes talk to you about your sword."

"Hey Damien. Dukestep is all healed. She's resting with Alex. And me, the craziest thing happened