Tarro’s Terror (Book 12.5) After all of my men exclaimed their goodbyes to Circe, we were finally back at sea. The sea shimmered as the sun rays hit the crystal-clear water. The dreamy sea had a rhythmic pulse of waves that felt like the heartbeat of Earth. My men’s sweat dripped down their faces as they rowed the boat through the rough waters. They were all aching to be back at Circe’s home having dinner be served to them. I decided that I was not going to tell my men about what Circe told me about the obstacles coming up - Scylla, Charybdis, the Sirens and Tarro. It was better that they did not know. After about a week, I was starting to think that Scylla and Tarro did not exist. However, I was clearly wrong. We encountered Tarro at the dead of night on the eleventh night we were back at sea. This sea dragon had an elegant body with a stubby neck. Tarro was completely covered with light blue scales that camouflaged with the waves of the ocean and shined in the presence of the moonlight. It had powerful limbs with four toes on each foot. Even though this creature could swim, it also had gigantic, strange wings which could be used to soar through the air. Three rows of tendrils ran from the base of its skull, down its back, to the tip of its sleek…show more content… He raised his trident and pointed it at Athena, and Athena raised her gold sword and pointed it straight at Poseidon. The wise Athena fled the boat knowing that Tarro would be vulnerable because it was not receiving any more orders from Poseidon. Since this was the ocean (Poseidon's strength), I knew that Athena would not be able to last long against one of the strongest gods on the planet. I saw Athena and Poseidon quarreling in the distance. Poseidon was riding on a wave creating a typhoon of water to direct at Athena. In response, Athena was using her war tactics to disarm Poseidon for as long as possible. However, she was not able to be close enough to Poseidon to do any real
