ATLOP: Lessons in Water

Thanks, But I Already Have Parents

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I stood at the Pit once more.

"Already off on another quest, little Percy," mused the familiar voice of Kronos. "No rest for the demigod?"

I took a deep breath, "Why do you want the Fleece?"

He chuckled, "There are many uses to powerful artifacts, no matter if those uses are their original purpose."

"The Fleece doesn't heal though. It's just... uniquely suited for this."

"By design," he agreed.

"Then why?"

He hummed, not seeming too interested in explaining.

"There are many options here. You simply don't have the perspective to see them. Wait and see, Percy. The answer will be revealed in time."

The pit shook, and I yelped as I tumbled, groaning as I pushed up.

The scene had changed.

Grover was sitting at the loom, frantically unravelling the threads of his unfinished bridal train.

"Honeypie!" the voice of the Kyklopes shouted.

Grover stiffened, shooting a wary look that way as he started weaving the threads back together.

The Kyklopes that walked into the room was as massive as ever, at least 15 feet tall.

"What are you doing?" the terror demanded as it stepped closer.

"Nothing!" Grover squeaked in a weird high-pitched voice. "Just weaving my bridal train, as you can see."

I winced at the phrasing. The Kyklopes' single eye was scarred and webbed with cataracts. I doubted he could see much at all.

The Kyklopes, as if acting to prove my thoughts, stuck one hand into the room and groped around until he found the loom. He pawed at the cloth.

"It's not any longer!"

"Uh- yes, it definitely has dearest. See? I added at least three centimeters!"

The monster grumbled.

"It is too slow!"

"Oh," Grover forced a weak giggle. "I, ah, also wish we could marry now, de-dearest, but you know the traditions! I must finish the bridal train and it must look per-perfect. It wouldn't be right to have the wedding with-without that."

He sniffed in annoyance, then sniffed again in interest.

"Mmm, you smell good, like goats. I just want to eat you up!"

Grover shifted, "D-do you li-like it? It's this-this lovely new perfume, Eau de Chévre. I wore it just for you."

"Good," The Kyklopes growled with a sharp toothed grin. "Good enough to eat."

Grover let out a high-pitched giggle that sounded more like he was crying, "You're such a flirt, dearie."

"The wedding will be tomorrow!"

"Oh but dear, I need more time. Ten more days."

"Three!"

"Oh well, eight then."