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❛ pain is riveting don't you agree? ❜
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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒 , 𝖂hen you thought of a Cylops island, you probably had the same idea as Aurora. Probably a dark dingy island murky with dark mist making it ominous. Probably littered with skulls and ragged bones on the shoreline—with a cliche sign that said 'NO VISITORS ALLOWED' written in blood and a bloody handprint smeared on it.
Never in her wildest dreams did she think what her eyes laid on was considered a Cyclops island. It resembled the view of when her father took her to the Bahamas for her tenth birthday, with green fields and tropical fruit trees and white beaches.
As they sailed toward the shore, Annabeth—who followed Aurora up deck after she called her—breathed in the sweet air. "The Fleece," she said.
Percy nodded.
Aurora couldn't see the Fleece yet, but she could definitely feel its power.
"If we take it away, will the island die?"
Annabeth shook her head. "It'll fade. Go back to what it would be normally, whatever that is."
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 claimed he'd seen in his dreams. Something gold glittered in its branches.
