Freak || Percy Jackson x OC

Sixty-Three: This plan is like, half-plan, half-"Just don't die"

PERCY

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

The demigods tried for what seemed like hours, but it was no good. The boulder wouldn't move. They yelled into the cracks, tapped on the rock, did everything they could think of to get a signal to Grover, but if he heard them, they couldn't tell.

Even if by some miracle they managed to kill Polyphemus, it wouldn't do any good. Grover and Clarisse would die inside that sealed cave (really, only the former mattered to Percy). The only way to move the rock was to have the Cyclops do it.

In total frustration, Percy stabbed Riptide against the boulder. Sparks flew, but nothing else happened. A large rock is not the kind of enemy you can fight with a magic sword. Sen tried to cut it up with razor-sharp fans at lightning speed, but it only set some nearby grass on fire, and Sen watched it burn the small patch until nothing was left. Annabeth was just so defeated, she stood by, clearly zoning out.

"I don't know what to do." Percy admitted, throwing his hands up. He'd put forth so much effort, he was sweating again. He noticed Sen studying his face curiously, and he looked away from her. He didn't like the idea of her staring at him.

The demigods sat on the ridge in despair and watched the distant baby-blue shape of the Cyclops as he moved among his flocks. He had wisely divided his regular animals from his man-eating sheep, putting each group on either side of the huge crevice that divided the island. The only way across was the rope bridge, and the planks were much too far apart for sheep hooves.

They watched as Polyphemus visited his carnivorous flock on the far side. Unfortunately, they didn't eat him. In fact, they didn't seem to bother him at all. He fed them chunks of mystery meat from a great wicker basket, which only reinforced the feelings Percy had been having since Circe turned him into a guinea pig- that maybe it was time he joined Grover and became a vegetarian. Then he thought about a double bacon cheeseburger and that idea was quickly discarded.

"Trickery." Annabeth decided. "We can't beat him by force, so we'll have to use trickery."

"Agreed." Sen nodded. "But, I don't know if we'll get away with the 'Nobody' crap again. Ulysses did that once, and we don't sound like him, and I'll bet that voice is ingrained in Polyphemus's tiny brain for the remainder of his days."

"Odysseus." Annabeth corrected. "But, yeah."

"Okay." Percy sighed. "What trick?"

"I haven't figured that part out yet." Annabeth replied.

Percy frowned and looked out at the horizon. "Great."

"Polyphemus will have to move the rock to let the sheep inside."

"At sunset." Percy said. "Which is when he'll marry Clarisse and have Grover for dinner. I'm not sure which is grosser."

"I could get inside," Annabeth said finally said. "invisibly. So could Sen."

"What about me?" Percy questioned.

"The sheep." Annabeth mused. She gave Percy one of those sly looks that always made him wary. Not like she was going to slap him, but like she was going to put him on display and announc Laugh at this guy! in front of a bunch of hot girls.