𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐥𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟏 in english
WHERE Percy Jackson goes to the half-blood camp and various adventures begin to take place.
or
WHERE a group of troubled kids get into a lot of tro...
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𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘
"You'd think he'd run out of rocks," I muttered.
"Swim for it!" Grover said.
He and Clarisse plunged into the surf. Olivia hung on to Clarisse's neck and tried to paddle with one hand, the wet Fleece weighing her down, and Annabeth did the same with Olivia.
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!" I pleaded. "Come on."
I pulled Tyson's arm, but I might as well have been pulling a mountain. 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!" Clarisse yelled. "Come on!"
"Percy, come on!" Diane called.
They were almost to the ship with the Fleece. If I could just keep the monster distracted a little longer ...
"Go," Tyson told me. "I will hold Big Ugly."
"No! He'll kill you." I'd already lost Tyson once. I wasn't going to lose him again. "We'll fight him together."
"Together," Tyson agreed.
I drew my sword.
Polyphemus advanced carefully, limping worse than ever. But there was nothing wrong with his throwing arm. He chucked his second boulder. I dove to one side, but I still would've been squashed if Tyson's fist hadn't blasted the rock to rubble.
I willed the sea to rise. A twenty-foot wave surged up, lifting me on its crest. I 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!" I 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 me, but I sidestepped. "Father Poseidon, curse this thief!" He was blinking hard now, like he could barely see, and I realized he was targeting by the sound of my voice.
