Poseidon's Daughter; A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

A Faceoff for the Fleece

Y/n's POV

The island looked way better than I was expecting. Except for the rope bridge across a large chasm in the middle of the land. Other than that though, the place was beautiful. There were white beaches, green fields that stretched as far as the eye could see, and trees covered in glistening fruit. In the meadow, dozens of sheep were milling around chomping on grass. Normal enough, right? Wrong. A deer emerged from a nearby thicket into the meadow, and within seconds, the sheep trampled it. When the sheep backed off, all that was left was a pile of bones. My eyes didn't stay trained on that for long though, because I caught sight of something on the shore of the nearest beach.

"Guys, it's the other lifeboat! Clarisse must already be here," I assume.

The three of us then gathered to come up with a plan. We knew we probably couldn't get past the sheep, so we took the boat around to the backside of the island where there were cliffs rising high into the sky. We rowed a small lifeboat to the edge of the rocks where we started to climb. For the most part, it was just like scaling the climbing wall at camp. Except if we fell from this one, we'd most certainly die. Finally, we hauled ourselves over the top of the cliff, and all of us collapsed. My hands burned from gripping the ragged stone ledges, and my arms were shaking from exhaustion.

"Garrrr!" a voice bellowed from nearby. Annabeth motioned for us to be quiet, and we crept towards the edge of the ledge we were on. The voice was coming from right below us. We were right above the Cyclops' cave. "You're a feisty one!" 

"Challenge me!" Clarisse commanded. "Give me back my sword and I'll fight you!" 

It was then that I peaked over the ledge, and I was able to see the scene below. Polyphemus was standing with Grover next to him, who was clad in a wedding dress. Clarisse was there too, but she was tied up and hanging over a pot filled with boiling water.

"Hmm," Polyphemus pondered. "Eat loudmouth girl now or wait for wedding feast? What does my bride think?" 

"Oh, um, I'm not hungry right now, dear. Perhaps-" 

"Did you say bride?" Clarisse interrupted. "Who? Grover?" 

"Clarisse, for the love of the gods, please shut up," I beg quietly.

"What satyr?" Polyphemus implored. "Satyrs are good eating. You bring me a satyr?" 

"No, you big idiot! That satyr! Grover! The one in the wedding dress!" Clarisse noted. I cursed to myself, and while I wished I could do something, I couldn't. I watched as Polyphemus ripped off Grover's veil revealing his tiny horns.

"I don't see very well. Not since many years ago when the other hero stabbed me in eye. But you're no lady Cyclops!" Polyphemus roared.

"Stop!" Grover pleaded. "Don't eat me raw! I have a good recipe! You don't want to eat me raw. You'll get E. coli and botulism and all sorts of horrible things. I'll taste much better roasted over a slow fire. With mango chutney! You could go get some mangoes right now, down there in the woods. I'll just wait here."

"Roasted satyr with mango chutney," Polyphemus mused and glanced back to Clarisse. "You a satyr, too?" 

"No, you overgrown pile of dung!" Clarisse spit at him. "I'm a girl! The daughter of Ares! Now untie me so I can rip your arms off and stuff them down your throat!" 

"You got spunk," Polyphemus admitted. "Have to graze sheep now. Wedding postponed until tonight. Girl, you will be my bride. Then we'll eat satyr for the main course!" 

With that, Polyphemus ripped Clarisse down from the ropes and tossed her and Grover deep into the cave. He whistled, and a flock of sheep ran out of the cave towards the pasture. As soon as they were all out, he rolled a huge boulder in front of the entrance, blocking our way in. The three of us tried to move the boulder out of the way, but it was no use. It was way too heavy.