Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Male Reader Insert)

Annabeth Plays Tag with a Cyclops

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Percy's POV

When you think "monster island," you think craggy rocks and bones scattered on the beach like the island of the Sirens.

The Cyclops's island was nothing like that. I mean, okay, it had a rope bridge across a chasm, which was not a good sign. You might as well put up a billboard that said, SOMETHING EVIL LIVES HERE. But except for that, the place looked like a Caribbean postcard. It had green fields and tropical fruit trees and white beaches. As we sailed toward the shore, Annabeth breathed in the sweet air. "The Fleece," she said.

I nodded. I couldn't see the Fleece yet, but I could feel its power. I could believe it would heal anything, even Thalia's poisoned tree. "If we take it away, will the island die?"

Annabeth shook her head. "It'll fade. Go back to what it would be normally, whatever that is."

I felt a little guilty about ruining this paradise, but I reminded myself we had no choice. Camp Half-Blood was in trouble. And Tyson... Tyson would still be with us if it wasn't for this quest.

In the meadow at the base of the ravine, several dozen sheep were milling around. They looked peaceful enough, but they were huge—the size of hippos. Just past them was a path that led up into the hills. At the top of the path, near the edge of the canyon, was the massive oak tree I'd seen in my dreams. Something gold glittered in its branches.

"This is too easy," I said. "We could just hike up there and take it?"

(Y/N)'s eyes narrowed. "In the Argonaut story, there was a dragon guarding it. Maybe there's a guardian here too."

That's when a deer emerged from the bushes. It trotted into the meadow, probably looking for grass to eat, when the sheep all bleated at once and rushed the animal. It happened so fast that the deer stumbled and was lost in a sea of wool and trampling hooves.

Grass and tufts of fur flew into the air.

A second later the sheep all moved away, back to their regular peaceful wandering. Where the deer had been was a pile of clean white bones.

"Whelp," muttered (Y/N), "that'll be the guardians."

"They're like piranhas," Annabeth said.

"Piranhas with wool," I agreed. "So how will we—"

"Guys!" Annabeth gasped. "Look."

She pointed down the beach, to just below the sheep meadow, where a small boat had been run aground...the other lifeboat from the CSS Birmingham.

"How the heck did Clarisse survive?" (Y/N) wondered. "Hopefully she didn't get all this way just to become sheep and/or Cyclops food."

Annabeth lightly hit his shoulder. "Stop it."

We decided there was no way we could get past the man-eating sheep. Annabeth and (Y/N) wanted to sneak up the path invisibly and grab the Fleece, but in the end I convinced them that something would go wrong. The sheep would smell them. Another guardian would appear. Something. And if that happened, I'd be too far away to help, plus (Y/N) was still injured.

Besides, our first job was to find Grover and whoever had come ashore in that lifeboat—assuming they'd gotten past the sheep. I was too nervous to say what I was secretly hoping...that Tyson might still be alive.