[12] The Golden Fleece vs Broken Ribs

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"I got Nobody!" Polyphemus gloated. The Cyclops was 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 a feisty one for a wife. Means you gotta be grilled with mango chutney!" Annabeth struggled, but she was dazed. She had a nasty cut on her forehead. Her eyes were glassy.

"Me and Y/N will rush him," Percy 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 ram's 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.

"It's Y/N and I," Y/N corrected. "But yes. We all rush him.

"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." They nodded. They would sneak around either side and attack the Cyclops from the flanks while Percy held his attention in the front.

Percy hefted his sword and shouted, "Hey, Ugly!" The giant whirled toward him.

"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!" Y/N tried not to laugh as he snuck around the side of the rocks, keeping out of Polyphemus' sight. "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!" The giant bellowed.

The good news: he dropped Annabeth. The bad news: he dropped her headfirst onto the rocks, where she lay motionless as a ragdoll. The other bad news: Polyphemus barreled toward Percy, a thousand smelly pounds of Cyclops against a very small sword.

"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.

He moved in with Riptide as the monster made a grab. Percy rolled aside and stabbed him in the thigh.

"Get Annabeth!" Percy yelled at Grover. He rushed over, grabbed her invisibility cap, and picked her up while Clarisse and Y/N tried to keep Polyphemus distracted. They were quick, and the giant was slow, but they couldn't keep it up forever. Eventually, they would tire or the monster would get in a lucky shot. It would only take one hit to kill them. Out of the corner of his eye, Y/N saw Grover carrying Annabeth across the rope bridge. It wasn't a good idea, given the man-eating sheep on the other side, but at the moment that looked better than this side of the chasm, and it gave Y/N an idea.

"Fall back!" He yelled, at Percy and Clarisse. Percy rolled away as the Cyclops's fist smashed the olive tree beside him. They all ran for the bridge, with Polyphemus right behind them. He was cut up and hobbling from his wounds, but all that did was make him mad.

"Grind you into sheep chow!" he promised. "A thousand curses on Nobody!"

"Faster!" Y/N yelled. They tore down the hill. Grover had just made it to the other side of the bridge and was setting Annabeth down. "Grover!" I yelled. "Get Annabeth's knife!"

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 (Annabeth X Malereader)Where stories live. Discover now