Cyclops and Luke

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      They reached the home of the cyclops shortly after Percy had his meltdown. It wasn't until they had hit land that he realized that he had perfect bearings at sea, which he figured would be useful down the line.

     The island itself was beautiful. It was in the shape of a semicircle with the golden fleece hanging on a tree branch near the center. The island was also split in half, so technically it was 2 islands, though there was a rope bridge connecting them. The beaches had white sand, with clear sea green water. There were forested hills and even a mountain with a cave. The cave even came with a boulder as a door, that reminded Percy of the tomb of his half-brother, Jesus.

     Their game plan was to have Percy sneak up to the fleece, grab it, rescue Grover, and they all sail home easy peasy. And it *almost* worked. Percy reached the fleece just fine, as there were no guards, or anything living in sight. So he carefully grabbed it, and put it in a magic pack he had found in his room. (He had gone in there to finish his crying.) The pack was enchanted to hold anything, and infinite stuff. He loved the thing.

     You know, for being the Devil, he sure didn't have the luck of it. Because as soon as the fleece was in his backpack, a voice cried out from his right. "MY FLEECE!"

     Percy sighed. He thought about running back and flying them out of there, but decided to do a favor to any future travelers who may come across this island, and kill the cyclops. He didn't have to wait long.

     The cyclops, Polyphemus, Percy remembered, burst out of his cave, holding a long sharpened stick. "YOU! YOU DARE STEAL MY FLEECE!" He screamed out.

     "Yea." Percy said, as tactless as ever.

     Polyphemus charged, and so did Percy. Percy uncapped Riptide as he charged. Polyphemus thrusted with his spear stick. Percy thrusted and twisted the spear, causing it to flip out of the cyclops hand.

     Polyphemus had a shocked expression on his face for a brief instant, before replacing it with fury. He brought his hands up to fist fight, and Percy threw down his sword to do the same. The son of the sea charged and threw a punch right at his kneecap, as that was the highest he could reach. The cyclops was huge, give him a break.

   The force behind the punch was enough though, as it caused the entire leg to bend the other way. The cyclops cried out in pain. He quivered as he lay on the ground, only deciding to beg for mercy when he saw the burned and scarred face of the Devil.

     "Mercy? Did you give the sailors mercy? How about that satyr you have in that cave? The one you're about to eat? Did you give him mercy?" Percy asked.

     Polyphemus didn't respond.

     Percy picked up Riptide and brought it down on the cyclops. He rushed over to the cave and looked around. Hanging over a boiling pot of soup, was Grover. He unleashed his wings, flew up, and cut him down, holding him tight as Percy flew them to the ground.

     "You alright?" Percy asked.

     "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Grover said.

     The friends made their way back to the battleship.

     The ride home was uneventful, besides when they passed by C.C.'s island, where Percy went back in and came out looking happy. They tried to ask him what he did, but they had no clue. (They were sure it had something to do with the mass exodus of attendants, and the burning spa.) They tried to iris-message Chiron, but it seemed like he was at a club, and couldn't understand anything he was saying.

     They eventually reached Miami.

     As soon as they reached the shore, they found a newspaper to see the date. June 18th. Ten days since they left camp.

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