Dedicated to the memory of Claire Z.
I love you, Mémére.
The Second War Begins
This was no longer a dream. The humans of
Earth were involved in the war, not just the
humans of the Dream World. And
masterminding the defensive in the Dream
World was the dynamic duo, King Richard
Belisle, and High General Thomas Jamison.
For the Myths had returned. It seems that
Mighty- who was now dead (or so they
thought) - did not send all of his troops onto
Earth when he invaded it. Now, the remaining
Myths had been attacking the Human’s
Fortress relentlessly. However, each time they
attacked, it seemed that their numbers
increased. And every time they attacked, it
seemed that the human’s numbers
But how did this happen? When Tom was
rescued from Mighty’s Fortress, he and the
other soldiers had checked everywhere for
other Myths, and there were none!
But wait- there was one place that they did
not check- the Human’s Fortress! The Myths
must have been hiding out there!
The Myths must have left when they saw
the humans coming back.
Just then, about 400 Myths came running
at them from all directions of the Human’s
Fortress. They were surrounded!
Thinking quickly, Belisle sent out a thought
wave to Tom, asking for help.
In another universe, Thomas Jamison
heard the cry for help. Quickly, he ran into his
parent’s room, and told them what was going
“Do you want some help, honey?”
“I’m fine Mom. It is too dangerous for you
anyway. I can take care of myself. Besides,
I’m bringing my army.” Yes, Tom had his own
private army, one that could mobilize at
anytime. One that could go and help him kick
some Mythical butt!
Tom pressed a button on his watch,
signaling his army to move out. They would
meet him outside his house in five minutes.
Five minutes later, Tom’s army of 100 men
met him outside his house, and followed him
into his room, through the portal, and into the
The assault on the Human’s Fortress was
going very smoothly. Just as the walls were
about to be broken down though, the portal
opened up, and the Myth’s worst enemy,
Thomas Jamison, stepped out.
“Go, go, go!” yelled Tom, as his army ran
out of the portal. Tom tried to think of some
reinforcements, but nothing happened.
Something was wrong…
What Was Going On?
Something was going on. Tom had lost his
power! But how? Could it be Mighty? When
Mighty died, Tom didn’t need to create any
more soldiers. But now, he did, and he
couldn’t. It couldn’t have been McKay,
because Tom was able to create more
soldiers even after McKay died. And James,
well, Tom didn’t want to even think about the
death of his best friend. It had to be Mighty.
Tom would have pondered this further, but he
then heard an announcement over his
“Tom, Tom, come in Tom!”
“Yes, it’s me. Listen, we need you to create
more soldiers for Earth.” The President
paused for a second. “Mighty‘s back.”
“Crap!” Tom said. “There’s no way that
Mighty can be back. I killed him!”
“Well apparently you didn’t.” said The
President. “He just attacked us at New
Orleans and New York- at the same time! And
he was at both cities- at the same time!”
“Mr. President, can I call you Jim?”
“Fine, Mr. President, but still, how could
Mighty be in two places at once? And how
could he even be alive? Unless… Of course!
How could I have been so stupid? He must
have just been stunned! And… of course! By
killing all of those who mean most to me,
somehow, my emotions gave him my power!
So now, he can not only create soldiers, by
the can also duplicate himself!
“But wait- how could I have given Mighty
my powers through my emotions?”
“Tom?” asked the President.
“That’s it! It was through my emotions,
which I channeled through my sword to strike
him down. I must have transferred my power
to him by mistake!”
“As long as it was by mistake, Tom. We
don’t wasn’t you as our enemy.”
“Mr. President! I can’t believe that you
would even think that I would do that to you.
“I’m sorry, Tom,” The President
apologized, “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“It’s okay. I was just kidding with you- Holy
crap! Sir, I have to go.”
“But Tom,” said the President, but it was
already too late.
“Sir!” A secret Service Agent ran into the
Oval Office. “You may want to look out of your
The President looked out the window, and
saw his worst nightmare coming true, tens of
thousands of Mythical Creatures were pouring
out onto the White House lawn, with twenty
General Mighties leading the way.
“Tom!” He called out in a desperate plea for
help, but Tom had his own battle to fight. Or,
be captured in for that matter.
A New Ally and a New Problem
“Great, just great!” Tom said, “How could this
have happened to me? Oh, right, I’m the
person who always gets captured!”
“Just shut up, okay? We want to help you,
not destroy you!”
“And another thing, who gave you the right
to- wait, did you say, ‘help me’ I thought that
you would want to destroy me, not help me.”
“We don’t want to hurt you. We’ve grown
tired of Mighty’s rants, and how he only cares
about himself, and how he does this, that, and
every other thing! I mean, we’re people too
you know, well, I guess that we’re not really
people, per say, but you know- you see?!?
Now he’s got us doing it too! Oh, and you
probably want us to take off the hood, right?”
Tom hadn’t even noticed the hood. He had
been too busy trying to comprehend what was
being said to him. Did they actually want to
The hood was removed, and Tom saw who
he was talking to. A giant ogre was staring
down at him. Tom recognized him as the
informant who saved him and his army those
three long months ago. He looked up at the
smiling ogre, and he thought, ‘could he
actually help me?’
As if reading his mind, the ogre said, “Of
course we can help you!”
Tom decided not push the subject any
farther. He just smiled back, and shook the
ogre’s hand, or finger, because the hand was
too big. But Tom had absolutely no idea what
was going on in Washington D.C. at that very
President Jim Henderson swung away at a
centaur with a golf club, while one of his S.S.
agents felled another one with two bullet holes
in the head.
“Sir!” said the agent, “We have to get you
out of here! It’s not safe for you-” The agent’s
plea for Henderson to get out was cut short,
as a sword went right through his heart.
“Hello, Jim Henderson,” said a voice that
Henderson had heard way too many times,
“Glad to finally meet you.” And with that,
General Zeus L. Mighty took the President,
swung him over his shoulder, and ran to his
hideout in the Washington Monument, which
Mighty had fortified into a impenetrable
The Only Way
“So, you want to help me?” Tom asked for
about the thirtieth time.
“Come on now, don’t you think that if we
were your enemies, we would have killed you
“True, but still-” Tom was interrupted by the
sound of a battle going on. But the sound was
coming from his wristwatch, which was
hooked up to the White House! It was under
attack! He had to go and help them!
“Sir,” said an S.S. agent over his
wristwatch, “This is Agent Johnson! The
President has been captured! Wait, wait,
they’re retreating back to their fortress, while
about a thousand other reinforcements are
coming out! It seems that Mighty has a new
toy- a machine that creates his soldiers, and
there are about a dozen of them all around the
fortress! Oh, and just so you know, their
fortress is the Washington Monument. But
wait- it seems that our army is beating them
back to the fortress. They’re not going to
attack us for a while. What should we do?”
Tom couldn’t believe what he was hearing;
he had only one option to save the capital,
and the world.
“Agent Johnson,” he said, “What do you
know about explosives?”
The Plan of Attack
A few days later, Tom found himself on a
plane to Washington DC. There, he was given
a military escort to the Pentagon, to discuss
war plans with the Vice President, generals of
the US Army, and leaders of other nations of
The object of interest to the council was
the Washington Monument, where the Myths
had taken up position.
Vice President Jake Smith called the
leaders to attention.
“My friends, in this desperate hour, we
must gather our forces, and plan the attack on
the monument. However, we will not be able
to destroy the Myth-Making Machines.”
“Actually, we can… but at a price,”
“Then please… explain to us Mr. Jamison,”
“Gladly,” Tom said, as he stepped up to the
head of the war table. He pressed a button on
his wristwatch, and 3D hologram of the
Washington Monument popped up. Tom
maneuvered the hologram to show the
basement of the monument; a large maze of
hallways. Tom then pressed another button,
and a red line started passing through the
“labyrinth”, coming to a stop near what looked
like a large control room.
“This, gentlemen, is how we will destroy
“What the heck are you going on about,
Jamison?” asked a general from Britain.
“What I am ‘going on about’, sir, is a large
time bomb that has been under the Monument
for decades,” Tom answered. “The CIA placed
it there for use in an emergency… I would call
this an emergency.”
The room immediately went up in an
uproar over Tom’s idea. There were cries of
praise for the idea, but, at the same time,
there were cries of outrage at the thought of
blowing up a National Monument.
Vice President Smith spoke up, saying:
“Gentlemen, please, you must settle down.
Tom’s idea may be bold, but it makes sense,
and it may be our only hope.”
“Thank you, Vice President Smith,” replied
“But how will we get into the labyrinth? It is
probably going to be very well-guarded!”
asked the British general.
“The answer is easy. The CIA put a secret
passage behind the statue of Abraham
Lincoln that goes under the reflecting pool,
and into the basement of the Washington
Monument. We just simply have to find the
button that opens the passage, enter it, fight
our way through the labyrinth, rescue the
President, and set the time bomb. If we
succeed, we will have 1 hour to leave the
area,” Tom explained.
“Wait,” asked Vice President Smith,
“doesn’t that mean that we will have to
evacuate the city?”
“Sadly, yes. We have quite a battle ahead
of us. Let’s rest for now, and gather back here
at 0900 tomorrow.”
A silence hung about the room, as the
generals took in what they were to do.
“Well,” the Vice President finally said, “you
heard Jamison. He will lead the assault. We
attack at 0930 tomorrow. God Bless us all.”
At 9:00 the next morning, the armies of the
US, UK, and Italy all met at the Pentagon, and
started to prepare for the attack. As the
soldiers strapped on their bullet-proof vests,
and loaded their guns, Tom spent his time
putting on armor, and equipping swords,
daggers, bows, and arrows. As Tom finished
arming himself, he took a deep breath, and
looked around the room at the men gathered
there; knowing that at least half of them would
not survive the battle. He had a feeling that he
Meanwhile, at the Myth’s Fortress at the
Washington Monument, General Zeus L.
Mighty was pacing about the encampment.
The Humans had not attacked him AT ALL
since he captured the President…
“Sir, Sir,” shouted a messenger, as he
sprinted over to Mighty.
“What is it soldier?”
“Sir, our spies in Jamison’s army say that
they are moving out to attack us from the
Lincoln Memorial! They say that there is a
passage there that will allow them to get
underground beneath our fortress!”
“Excellent. Have our engineers prepare to
spring our trap.”
“Of course sir. But there is something else
that you should know… we are in danger
here. Apparently there is a bomb underneath
this monument, and that is where the humans
Mighty smiled, as he thought, ‘So,
Jamison, it has come to this. Very well, I WILL
Tom looked at his watch. It read 9:20. The
time had come. He took another deep breath,
and stood up on a table to address his troops.
As soon as he stood up, the room fell silent.
Tom knew that he was ready.
“Okay men. It’s time. Does everybody
know the game plan?”
“SIR YES SIR!” said everyone else.
“Good,” Tom replied. “Then let’s go, and
kick some Mythical Butt!” The entire room
filled with cheers, as they all moved out. Little
did they know, Mighty’s trap was about to be
President Lincoln Awakes
As Tom and his army arrived at the Lincoln
Memorial, it was already 9:29. Tom knew that
the passage only opened at 9:30 AM every
morning, for only 5 minutes. They had just
made it. Tom anxiously waited as the second
hand of his watch slowly ticked clockwise
towards 9:30. Finally, the second hand
finished its 60-second rotation, and Tom
heard a rumble in the ground. His happiness
soon turned to terror, as he realized that the
passage was not opening, rather, it was the
statue of Abraham Lincoln standing up,
preparing to fight.
“MIGHTY KNEW WE WERE COMING!”
Tom exclaimed. He pulled out his sword- just
in time I might add- as a sword materialized
into Lincoln’s hand, and came down on Tom’s
sword. Tom struggled, but threw away the
heavy blade, and started to run towards the
empty chair that Lincoln was once sitting. He
started to climb up the chair, but as he was
half-way up when Lincoln’s giant hand almost
crushed him. But that was the idea. As the
giant marble hand came crashing down, Tom
jumped onto the hand, and ran up Lincoln’s
arm, and onto the marble giant’s head.