The Sea Tyrant's Obsession (PJO x ROR) 18+ WTM/WTS Book 1

*We Meet The Sheep Of Doom

Apollo smirked. "So that's the island where Grover's being held. I just hope she saves him before he becomes a Cyclops's bride."

Zeus burst out laughing. "No, my son—after the wedding would be even better! Can you imagine the look on his face? Absolutely priceless!"

A ripple of laughter spread through the gods.

Apollo grinned. "You're right, Father. Grover's officially the damsel in distress in this story."

Hephaestus snorted. "I'd pay money to see that. The satyr in a veil, trying to chew his way through a Cyclops-sized wedding cake."

Dionysus rolled his eyes but sipped his wine. "As long as there's good vintage, I'd attend."

New title on the screen:

We Meet The Sheep Of Doom

All the gods stared at the screen, flabbergasted by the title.

Hermes blinked. "Wait... Sheep of Doom?"

Zeus, Loki, Anubis, Buddha, and Shiva suddenly burst into laughter at the absurdity of it.

Hades squinted at the screen, genuinely confused. "Sheep? How can sheep be threatening?"

Dionysus snorted with amusement. "Maybe they're explosive. Doom sheep with proximity triggers."

Poseidon, Rhea, Hera, and Hestia were not amused.

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, Anthony breathed in the sweet air. "The Fleece," he 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?"

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

"Hmm, interesting," said Beelzebub thoughtfully.

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.

The gods looked solemn at Percilla mourning her Cyclops brother. Poseidon, in particular, looked deeply bothered.

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?"

"I have a bad feeling about this," Apollo said, looking worried.

Anthony's eyes narrowed. "There's supposed 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.