━━ ❝ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 to shine like a star you must burn
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[ i. completed / edited
ii. previously called folklore
iii. extended summary inside
iv. book 1 of the greek tragedy series ]
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"I got Nobody!" Polyphemus gloated.
Cassie's heart stopped at the thought of Annabeth being caught.
They crept to the cave entrance and saw the Cyclops, grinning wickedly, holding up empty air.
The monster shook his fist, and a baseball cap fluttered to the ground. There was Annabeth, hanging upside down by her legs.
"Hah!" the Cyclops said. "Nasty invisible girl! Already got feisty one for wife. Means you gotta be grilled with mango chutney!"
Annabeth struggled, but she looked dazed. She had a nasty cut on her forehead. Her eyes were glassy.
"I'll rush him," Percy whispered. "Our ship is around the back of the island. Clarisse, Cassie and Grover-"
"No way," they said at the same time. Clarisse had armed herself with a highly collectible rams-horn spear from the Cyclops's cave.
Grover had found a sheep's thigh bone, which he didn'tlook too happy about, but he was gripping it like a club, ready to attack, and Cassie had her sword.
"We'll take him together," Clarisse growled.
"Yeah," Grover said. Then he blinked, like he couldn't believe he'd just agreed with Clarisse about something.
"All right." Percy said. "Attack plan Macedonia."
They nodded. They'd all taken the same training courses at Camp Half-Blood.
Cassie lifted her sword and shouted, "Hey, Ugly!"
The giant whirled toward Cassie. "Another one? Who are you?"
"Put down my friend. I'm the one who insulted you."
"You are Nobody?"
"No shit! You insult of a Cyclops!" It wasn't her best but it would have to do. "I'm Nobody and proud to be! Now that I think about it you're probably the stupidest cyclops ever- I've managed to fool you twice." Cassie could feel Polyphemus heart rate increasing. "Drop that imitator and come for the real Nobody!"
"RAAAR!" he bellowed.
The good news: he dropped Annabeth. The bad news: he dropped her headfirst onto the rocks, where she lay motionless as a rag doll.
The other bad news: Polyphemus barreled toward her, a thousand smelly pounds of Cyclops that she would have to fight with a very small sword. (Though a fabulous sword).
"For Pan!" Grover rushed in from the right. He threw his sheep bone, which bounced harmlessly off the monster's forehead.
Clarisse ran in from the left and set her spear against the ground just in time for the Cyclops to step on it. He wailed in pain, and Clarisse dove out of the way to avoid getting trampled. But the Cyclops just plucked out the shaft like a large splinter and kept advancing on Cassie.
