Wildflowers, Percy Jackson ₁

011, NOBODY gaf!!!

CHAPTER ELEVEN

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"I got Nobody!" Polyphemus gloated.

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 to Sylvie. "You can show Grover and Clarisse to the ship—"

"No way," Sylvie, Clarisse, and Grover said at the same time. Sylvie was holding Halcyon and Cereal in either hand, Clarisse had armed herself with a highly collectible ram's-horn spear from the Cyclops cave, and Grover had found a sheep's thigh bone. The satyr didn't look too happy about it (and neither did Sylvie), but he was gripping it like a club, ready to attack.

"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.

Percy blinked too, shocked by for a different reason. He tried protesting, "But, guys—"

"Oh, come on, Fishstick," Sylvie's grin was a passable impression of his own smirk. "You think we're gonna let you do this alone?"

He deflated at Sylvie's words, gave into the offers of help.

"All right," he said. "Attack plan Macedonia."

They nodded. All four of them had taken the same training courses at Camp Half-Blood. Sylvie shockingly knew what he was talking about, and so did Clarisse and Grover. They would sneak around the other three sides of the Cyclops and attack while Percy held his attention in the front. Probably what this meant was that they'd all die instead of just Percy, but at least he had help.

Percy hefted his sword and shouted, "Hey, Ugly!"

The giant whirled toward me. "Another one? Who are you?"

"Put down my friend. I'm the one who insulted you."

"You are Nobody?"

"That's right, you smelly bucket of nose drool!" Sylvie found herself grinning despite the tense nature of the situation at Percy's stupid insults. "I'm Nobody and I'm proud of it! Now, put her down and get over here. I want to stab your eye out again."

"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.