━━ ❝ 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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"You'd think he'd run out of rocks," Percy muttered.
"Swim for it!" Grover said.
Percy, Cassie and Clarisse plunged into the surf. Annabeth hung on to Clarisse's neck and tried to paddle with one hand, the wet Fleece weighing her down.
But the monster's attention wasn't on the Fleece.
"You, young Cyclops!" Polyphemus roared. "Traitor to your kind!"
Tyson froze.
"Don't listen to him!" Percy pleaded. "Come on."
Percy pulled Tyson's arm. He turned and faced the older Cyclops. "I am not a traitor."
Polyphemus threw his first boulder. Tyson swatted it aside with his fist.
"Not a traitor." Tyson said. "And you are not my kind."
"Death or victory!" Polyphemus charged into the surf, but his foot was still wounded. He immediately stumbled and fell on his face.
That would've been funny, except he started to get up again, spitting salt water and growling.
"Percy!" Cassie yelled. "We have to go!"
They were almost to the ship with the Fleece.
"Go," Tyson told Percy. "I will hold Big Ugly."
"No! He'll kill you, we'll fight him together."
"Together," Tyson agreed.
Percy drew his sword.
Polyphemus advanced carefully, limping worse than ever. But there was nothing wrong with his throwing arm. He chucked his second boulder. Percy dove to one side, but he still would've been squashed if Tyson's fist hadn't blasted the rock to rubble.
A twenty-foot wave surged up, lifting Percy on its crest. He rode toward the Cyclops and kicked him in the eye, leaping over his head as the water blasted him onto the beach.
"You stole the Fleece!" The boy yelled. "You've been using it to lure satyrs to their deaths!"
"So? Satyrs good eating!"
"The Fleece should be used to heal! It belongs to the children of the gods!"
"I am a child of the gods!" Polyphemus swiped at him, but Percy sidestepped.
"Father Poseidon, curse this thief?" He was blinking hard now, like he could barely see, and Cassie realized he was targeting by the sound of Percy's voice.
"Poscidon won't curse me," He said, backing up as the Cyclops grabbed air.
