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

*Nobody Gets The Fleece

The chamber fell deathly silent after seeing and hearing the explosion from the cave where Anthony was, as they watched the screen.

Zeus clenched his fists, jaw tight. "By Olympus... that sounded bad."

Athena's eyes darted anxiously across the screen, her voice trembling. "Anthony... please be okay. He was so close. So careful."

"I hope that kid didn't get himself killed! He's the only one out there keeping that beast distracted," Apollo said.

A new title appeared on the screen:
Nobody Gets The Fleece

The deities were shocked by the title.

"What?! Does this mean they failed to get the fleece in the next scene?!" Zeus exclaimed.

Hera frowned, crossing her arms. "Failed? After all that effort? That's unbelievable."

Suddenly, Athena realized something.

"Wait, the title could mean my son got the fleece since he was fooling the Cyclops with that name, Nobody."

"Oh, that makes sense," Zeus said.

"I got Nobody!" Polyphemus gloated.

We crept to the cave entrance and saw the Cyclops, grinning wickedly, holding up empty air.

The gods rolled their eyes at the Cyclops's idiocy.

The monster shook his fist, and a baseball cap fluttered to the ground. There was Anthony, hanging upside down by his legs.

Athena gasped, horror etched across her face. "No! Anthony!"

"Hah!" the Cyclops said. "Nasty invisible boy! I'm gonna grill you with mango chutney!"

The Goddess of Wisdom's eyes narrowed, her voice like a blade drawn in moonlight. "Touch my son, monster, and I'll personally carve your name from the annals of existence."

Anthony struggled, but he looked dazed. He had a nasty cut on his forehead. His eyes were glassy.

Rhea, Hestia, Frigg, Leto, and even Hera covered their mouths in horror, their maternal instincts stirred by the sight of the wounded boy.

Hades and Zeus frowned, their expressions darkening with concern.

Poseidon couldn't care less what happened to the boy.

"I'll rush him," I whispered to Clarisse. "Our ship is around the back of the island. You and Grover—"

"No way," they said at the same time. 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.

"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.

The gods exchanged nods of approval. Even Ares gave a sharp grin, pride flashing in his eyes at his daughter's battle instinct—and her unexpected willingness to cooperate.

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

With a confused look, Zeus asked in wonder, "What the hell is Attack Plan Macedonia?"

The other gods shared his confusion.

They nodded. We'd all taken the same training courses at Camp Half-Blood. They knew what I was talking about. They would sneak around either side and attack the Cyclops from the flanks while I held his attention in the front. Probably what this meant was that we'd all die instead of just me, but I was grateful for the help.