GOLD RUSH ↬ p. jackson x reader {book one}

I SAVE WISE GIRL

IT WAS ALL I COULD DO NOT TO SCREAM IN TERROR AND ANGER AND HOMESICKNESS.

Sorry, everything piled on at once for a second there.

"I got Nobody!" Polyphemus gloated.
We 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 us. "Our ship is around the back of the island. You three—"

"No way," we all said at the same time. Woah. Clarisse had armed herself with a highly collectible rams–horn spear from the Cyclops's cave. Grover had found a sheep's thigh bone, which he didn't look too happy about, but he was gripping it like a club, ready to attack.

I had some kind of sharp device— it could have been a horn like Clarisse's or a bone like Grover's, but I didn't want to have to use it. New weapon plus me equals disaster.

"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.

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

We nodded. We'd all taken the same training courses at Camp Half-Blood. We knew what he was talking about. Grover, Clarisse and I would sneak around either side and attack the Cyclops from the flanks while Percy held his attention in the front.

He hefted my 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! 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.

I rushed towards Annabeth, skidding as I landed up beside her. I quickly turned her on her side and hoped she could breathe.

"For Pan!" Grover rushed in from the right. He threw his sheep bone, which bounced harmlessly off the monster's forehead.

Clarisse ran in from the left and set her spear against the ground just in time for the Cyclops to step on it. He wailed in pain, and Clarisse dove out of the way to avoid getting trampled.

But the Cyclops just plucked out the shaft like a large splinter and kept advancing on Percy.

The monster made a grab for him. He rolled aside skillfully and stabbed him in the thigh.

"Get Annabeth!" Percy yelled at me.
Grover rushed over, grabbed her invisibility cap, and helped me pick her up while Clarisse and Percy tried to keep Polyphemus distracted.

"The rope bridge." Grover told me. It wasn't my first choice with the man eating sheep waiting for us on the other side. But we soldiered on carrying Annabeth.

Once we made it across, I began to set down Annabeth, when I heard Percy Jackson's voice yelling at me.
"Get Annabeth's knife!"

I grabbed the bronze dagger and began sawing at the ropes as Clarisse and Percy scrambled across the bridge.
The first strand went snap!
Polyphemus bounded after them, making the bridge sway wildly.
The ropes were now half cut. The two dove for solid ground, landing beside me.