Those blue eyes. A.C x oc fem

2.6- The sheep of doom

☆☆☆☆☆☆Victoire Avery☆☆☆☆☆☆

I didn't like it, not even a bit, I didn't like the sea. I don't like it now either. I'm sure we almost died like four times, before Annabeth noticed land. It was a beautiful island.

I remember being so relieved. We weren't on the sea anymore!

Then I remembered that beautiful island was a Cyclops's lair, and that Cyclops was planning on marrying my best friend. Gross.

I wasn't exactly relieved anymore.

As we approached the island, Annabeth breathed in the sweet air. "The Fleece."

Percy and I nodded, we couldn't see The Fleece yet, but we 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?" Percy asked.

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

For a little moment, I felt a bit guilty about ruining this paradise, but I reminded myself we had no choice. Our home was in trouble.

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 Percy had described.

Something gold glittered in its branches.

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

I turned to Annabeth. "Isn't there supposed to be some sort of guardian?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Yes. There's supposed to be a guardian. A dragon or . . . "

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 wanderings. Where the deer had been was a pile of clean white bones.

Annabeth, Percy and I exchanged looks.

"They're like piranhas," she said.

"Piranhas with wool. How will we-" Percy and I said.

"Wait!" Annabeth gasped, grabbing my hand. "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.

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

Besides, our first job was to find Grover and whoever had come ashore in that lifeboat -assuming they'd got past the sheep.

Percy stared at the lifeboat, I knew what he was thinking, at least, I had a pretty good idea about it. He was thinking about Tyson, he hoped his brother would be the one that came from the lifeboat.

That also made me feel guilty, I only thought good of Tyson once, I didn't even tell him that. And now I felt bad.

Maybe I'm not a big fan of the Cyclopes, but in that moment I also wanted Tyson to be back, just so I could apologize.