𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩

Chapter X I X

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Part of the Ship—

  "You’d think he’d run out of rocks," (y/n) muttered.

  "Swim for it!" Grover said.

  He, Percy, Cyrus 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!" (y/n) pleaded. "Come on."

  He pulled Tyson’s arm, but he might as well have been pulling a mountain. He turned and faced the older Cyclops. "I am not a traitor."

  "You serve mortals!" Polyphemus shouted. "Thieving humans!"

  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.

  "Daffodil!" Clarisse yelled. "Come on!"

  They were almost to the ship with the Fleece. If he could just keep the monster distracted a little longer...

  "Go," Tyson told him. "I will hold Big Ugly."

  "No! He’ll kill you." They’d already lost Tyson once. He wasn’t going to allow it to happen again. "We’ll fight him together."

  "Together," Tyson agreed.

  (y/n) drew his sword.

  Polyphemus advanced carefully, limping worse than ever. But there was nothing wrong with his throwing arm. He chucked his second boulder. (y/n) dove to one side, but he still would’ve been squashed if Tyson’s fist hadn’t blasted the rock to rubble.

  (y/n) willed his body to shape differently, morphing into a hawk, before he flew toward the Cyclops and kicked him in the eye as he morphed back, leaping over his head as flames blasted him onto the beach.

  "Destroy you!" Polyphemus spluttered. "Fleece stealer!"

  "You stole the Fleece!" (y/n) 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 he sidestepped. "Father Poseidon, curse this thief!"

  He was blinking hard now, like he could barely see, and (y/n) realized he was targeting by the sound of his voice.

  "Poseidon won’t curse me," he said, backing up as the Cyclops grabbed air. "He can't. It'd be disrespectful towards his brother. He won't just go into war because a random Cyclops asked him to."

  Polyphemus roared. He ripped an olive tree out of the side of the cliff and smashed it where (y/n) had been standing a moment before. "Humans not the same! Nasty, tricky, lying!"

  Grover and Percy were helping Annabeth aboard the ship. Clarisse and Cyrus were waving frantically at (y/n), telling him to come on.

  Tyson worked his way around Polyphemus, trying to get behind him.