CHAPTER 4
1200 miles from Long Island to Florida. 20 minutes. 60 miles per minute. Percy thought as he swam, his muscles bursting with fear. At 20 minutes, he jumped on the beach and ignored his jellylegs and aching arms. Four years. He ran, yelling for Thalia. He saw a silver deer in the woods, and silently thanked Artemis. "ANNABETH." He bellowed, chasing after the deer. It was a city, then the forest, then a field, then finally more forest.
He reached a small clearing and saw the hunters, yelling and shooting at a massivve cyclops. He reached Thalia, holding a flailing Annabeth, and gasped.
"SHES INSANE PERCY!" Thalia yelled, struggling to get a hold of Annabeth.
The cyclops yelled, "SHE'S MINE!" And Percy couldn't take it.
He unleashed his pent up rage and sorrow on the clearing. Yelling in pure aunguish, he uncapped Riptide and held out his pure arc of destruction. The earth shook and rain fell, surrounding the son of the sea. He stomped over to the cyclops and leaped. Striking him in the heart, he watched as the giant crumpled to his knees. His voice dropping to a deadly whisper, he said.
"You don't even deserve to look at her." His eyes like green tsunamis, covered in black storm clouds, and he withdrew his sword, looking at the body in disgust. The wind was howling as the son of the sea walked over to his long lost friend. Or so he thought.