AN: Hey guys, I'm so sorry this chapter is so late but I guess I actually kind of lost my drive to write anything, I mean anything at all not just this, plus some of my works on my computer have decided that they are going to corrupt themselves which means I can't access them which you know is awful. Anyway, I'm sorry if this chapter isn't very good or anything and I apologise again for it being so late.
Disclaimer: I do not own the PJO or the HoO series. All rights belong to Rick Riordan.
14. We Meet the Sheep of Doom Clarisse read.
''I've never met sheep of doom before'' Chris said, eyes twinkling with laughter as the others giggled around them.
Clarisse, Grover, Annabeth and Percy all shared glances ''you'll see'' Annabeth said at last.
Poseidon took the time to look at his son, worry flowing through him as he thought of the carnivorous sheep on Polyphemus' island. Clarisse made to read on when a loud growl echoed through the room.
Leo blushed ''sorry- I'm a little hungry.''
Hestia smiled warmly at the red faced boy, firelight dancing over the planes of her face as she conjured food for all of them. Leo grinned thankfully- digging into the banquet provided, as did the others.
Clarisse opened her mouth to start reading once more only to come to a halt when the door opened and Ares slipped through the crack, limping towards his throne with what appeared to be great difficulty.
The god of war ignored the glares and assessing looks he received from everyone in the room, sinking into his throne with the air of someone about to bolt. Clarisse once again began to read.
When you think "monster island," you think craggy rocks and bones scattered on the beach like the island of the Sirens.
The Cyclops's island was nothing like that. I mean, okay, it had a rope bridge across a chasm, which was not a good sign. You might as well put up a billboard that said, SOMETHING EVIL LIVES HERE. But except for that, the place looked like a Caribbean postcard. It had green fields and tropical fruit trees and white beaches. As we sailed toward the shore, Annabeth breathed in the sweet air. "The Fleece," she said.
I nodded. I couldn't see the Fleece yet, but I could feel its power. I could believe it would heal anything, even Thalia's poisoned tree. "If we take it away, will the island die?"
Some of the demigods looked mildly interested in this, leaning forward slightly as if that would give them the answer sooner.
Annabeth shook her head. "It'll fade. Go back to what it would be normally, whatever that is."
I felt a little guilty about ruining this paradise, but I reminded myself we had no choice. Camp Half-Blood was in trouble. And Tyson ... Tyson would still be with us if it wasn't for this quest.
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 I'd seen in my dreams. Something gold glittered in its branches.
Percy, Annabeth and Grover shivered at the mention of the sheep whilst Clarisse' lips quirked upward in amusement at their discomfort.
"This is too easy," I said. "We could just hike up there and take it?"
Annabeth's eyes narrowed. "There's supposed be a guardian. A dragon or ..."
''Killer sheep'' Percy stage whispered, grabbing Annabeth around the waist and pretending to bite her neck.
''Percy'' she squealed, wriggling in his grip ''your teeth are sheep seaweed brain'' Percy pulled back with a grin and the blonde shoved him laughing.
That's when a deer emerged from the bushes. It trotted into the meadow, probably looking for grass to eat, when the sheep all bleated at once and rushed the animal. It happened so fast that the deer stumbled and was lost in a sea of wool and trampling hooves.
Grass and tufts of fur flew into the air.
''That's certainly not good'' Leo whistled.
''No kidding.''
A second later the sheep all moved away, back to their regular peaceful wanderings. Where the deer had been was a pile of clean white bones.
Annabeth and I exchanged looks.
"They're like piranhas," she said.
"Piranhas with wool. How will we—"
"Percy!" Annabeth gasped, grabbing my arm. "Look."
She pointed down the beach, to just below the sheep meadow, where a small boat had been run aground ... the other lifeboat from the CSS Birmingham.
Clarisse grimaced, a quick downward tilt of lips when she thought of what happened after she got to the island.
We decided there was no way we could get past the man eating sheep. Annabeth wanted to sneak up the path invisibly and grab the Fleece, but in the end I convinced her that something would go wrong. The sheep would smell her. Another guardian would appear. Something.
''Oh thank gods.''
And if that happened, I'd be too far away to help.
Besides, our first job was to find Grover and whoever had come ashore in that lifeboat— assuming they'd gotten past the sheep. I was too nervous to say what I was secretly hoping ... that Tyson might still be alive.
Annabeth squeezed Percy's hand and Grover patted his arm smiling.
We moored the Queen Anne's Revenge on the back side of the island where the cliffs rose straight up a good two hundred feet. I figured the ship was less likely to be seen there. The cliffs looked climbable, barely—about as difficult as the lava wall back at camp. At least it was free of sheep. I hoped that Polyphemus did not also keep carnivorous mountain goats.
''Thankfully no'' Poseidon muttered, mouth half hidden by the hand covering his face.
We rowed a lifeboat to the edge of the rocks and made our way up, very slowly. Annabeth went first because she was the better climber.
We only came close to dying six or seven times, which I thought was pretty good. Once, I lost my grip and I found myself dangling by one hand from a ledge fifty feet above the rocky surf.
But I found another handhold and kept climbing. A minute later Annabeth hit a slippery patch of moss and her foot slipped. Fortunately, she found some-thing else to put it against. Unfortunately, that something was my face.
That caused laughs from everyone in the room.
"Sorry," she murmured.
"S'okay," I grunted, though I'd never really wanted to know what Annabeth's sneaker tasted like.
''What did it taste like?'' Travis asked and Katie looked at him in disbelief.
''Seriously you don't want to know'' the statement, if possible, just seemed to make Travis even more intrigued.
Finally, when my fingers felt like molten lead and my arm muscles were shaking from exhaustion, we hauled ourselves over the top of the cliff and collapsed.
"Ugh," I said.
"Ouch," moaned Annabeth.
"Garrr!" bellowed another voice.
If I hadn't been so tired, I would've leaped another two hundred feet. I whirled around, but I couldn't see who'd spoken.
Annabeth clamped her hand over my mouth. She pointed.
The ledge we were sitting on was narrower than I'd realized. It dropped off on the opposite side, and that's where the voice was coming from—right below us.
"You're a feisty one!" the deep voice bellowed.
"Challenge me!" Clarisse's voice, no doubt about it. "Give me back my sword and I'll fight you!"
Chris grabbed Clarisse' spare hand, not liking the thought of her in danger with a cyclops. She squeezed back.
The monster roared with laughter.
Annabeth and I crept to the edge. We were right above the entrance of the Cyclops's cave.
Below us stood Polyphemus and Grover, still in his wedding dress. Clarisse was tied up, hanging upside down over a pot of boiling water. I was half hoping to see Tyson down there, too. Even if he'd been in danger, at least I would've known he was alive. But there was no sign of him.
Chris ground his teeth with an audible click and Clarisse shot him a reassuring smile as if to say she was fine.
"Hmm," Polyphemus pondered. "Eat loudmouth girl now or wait for wedding feast? What does my bride think?"
He turned to Grover, who backed up and almost tripped over his completed bridal train. "Oh, um, I'm not hungry right now, dear. Perhaps—"
"Did you say bride?" Clarisse demanded. "Who— Grover?"
''Sorry'' she apologised to Grover who shook his head.
''It's fine don't worry about it'' the satyr waved his hand.
Next to me, Annabeth muttered, "Shut up. She has to shut up."
Polyphemus glowered. "What 'Grover'?"
"The satyr!" Clarisse yelled.
"Oh!" Grover yelped. "The poor thing's brain is boiling from that hot water. Pull her down, dear!"
Polyphemus's eyelids narrowed over his baleful milky eye, as if he were trying to see Clarisse more clearly.
The Cyclops was an even more horrible sight than he had been in my dreams. Partly because his rancid smell was now up close and personal. Partly because he was dressed in his wedding outfit—a crude kilt and shoulder-wrap, stitched together from baby-blue tuxedoes, as if the he'd skinned an entire wedding party.
Aphrodite looked visibly sick at that description and Poseidon just wished he'd done something about his cyclops son years ago.
"What satyr?" asked Polyphemus. "Satyrs are good eating. You bring me a satyr?"
"No, you big idiot!" bellowed Clarisse. "That satyr! Grover! The one in the wedding dress!"
I wanted to wring Clarisse's neck, but it was too late. All I could do was watch as Polyphemus turned and ripped off Grover's wedding veil—revealing his curly hair, his scruffy adolescent beard, his tiny horns.
Piper took in a breath and shot a worried look at Grover, wondering just how he got out of that situation.
Polyphemus breathed heavily, trying to contain his anger. "I don't see very well," he growled. "Not since many years ago when the other hero stabbed me in eye. But YOU'RE—NO— LADY—CYCLOPS!"
The Cyclops grabbed Grover's dress and tore it away. Underneath, the old Grover reappeared in his jeans and T-shirt. He yelped and ducked as the monster swiped over his head.
"Stop!" Grover pleaded. "Don't eat me raw! I—I have a good recipe!"
Incredulous looks were thrown in Grover's direction and he shrugged, lopsided grin stretched across his face.
I reached for my sword, but Annabeth hissed, "Wait!"
Polyphemus was hesitating, a boulder in his hand, ready to smash his would-be bride.
"Recipe?" he asked Grover.
"Oh y-yes! 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 grilled over a slow fire. With mango chutney! You could go get some mangos right now, down there in the woods. I'll just wait here."
The monster pondered this. My heart hammered against my ribs. I figured I'd die if I charged. But I couldn't let the monster kill Grover.
''Thanks Perce'' the satyr said, slapping a hand on Percy's shoulder in gratitude.
''No problem.''
"Grilled satyr with mango chutney," Polyphemus mused. He looked back at Clarisse, still hanging over the pot of boiling water. "You a satyr, too?"
"No, you overgrown pile of dung!" she yelled. "I'm a girl! The daughter of Ares! Now untie me so I can rip your arms off!"
Chris leaned over to press a chaste kiss to Clarisse' cheek; both in reassurance that she was fine and because only his girlfriend would threaten to rip someone's arms off while tied upside down above a boiling pot. She truly was one of a kind.
"Rip my arms off," Polyphemus repeated.
"And stuff them down your throat!"
"You got spunk."
"Let me down!"
Polyphemus snatched up Grover as if he were a wayward puppy. "Have to graze sheep now. Wedding postponed until tonight. Then we'll eat satyr for the main course!"
"But ... you're still getting married?" Grover sounded hurt. "Who's the bride?"
''Really Gavin'' Dionysus spoke up, flipping the page on the wine magazine in his hand, causing Grover to turn red and others to startle as they didn't realise the God was even paying attention.
Polyphemus looked toward the boiling pot.
Clarisse made a strangled sound. "Oh, no! You can't be serious. I'm not—"
Before Annabeth or I could do anything, Polyphemus plucked her off the rope like she was a ripe apple, and tossed her and Grover deep into the cave. "Make yourself comfortable! I come back at sundown for big event!"
Then the Cyclops whistled, and a mixed flock of goats and sheep—smaller than the maneaters— flooded out of the cave and past their master. As they went to pasture, Polyphemus patted some on the back and called them by name—Beltbuster, Tammany, Lockhart, etc.
When the last sheep had waddled out, Polyphemus rolled a boulder in front of the doorway as easily as I would close a refrigerator door, shutting off the sound of Clarisse and Grover screaming inside.
''You know'' the daughter of Ares cut herself off ''I'm really glad you guys showed up when you did.''
Percy and Annabeth just smiled at a nodding Grover and Clarisse in turn ''so are we.''
"Mangos," Polyphemus grumbled to himself. "What are mangos?"
He strolled off down the mountain in his baby-blue groom's outfit, leaving us alone with a pot of boiling water and a six-ton boulder.
We tried for what seemed like hours, but it was no good. The boulder wouldn't move. We yelled into the cracks, tapped on the rock, did everything we could think of to get a signal to Grover, but if he heard us, we couldn't tell.
''I didn't.''
Even if by some miracle we managed to kill Polyphemus, it wouldn't do us any good. Grover and Clarisse would die inside that sealed cave. The only way to move the rock was to have the Cyclops do it.
In total frustration, I stabbed Riptide against the boulder. Sparks flew, but nothing else happened. A large rock is not the kind of enemy you can fight with a magic sword.
''Not really no'' Apollo grinned ''but nice try Perce.''
Annabeth and I sat on the ridge in despair and watched the distant baby-blue shape of the Cyclops as he moved among his flocks. He had wisely divided his regular animals from his man-eating sheep, putting each group on either side of the huge crevice that divided the island. The only way across was the rope bridge, and the planks were much too far apart for sheep hooves.
We watched as Polyphemus visited his carnivorous flock on the far side. Unfortunately, they didn't eat him. In fact, they didn't seem to bother him at all. He fed them chunks of mystery meat from a great wicker basket, which only reinforced the feelings I'd been having since Circe turned me into a guinea pig—that maybe it was time I joined Grover and became a vegetarian.
Grover bumped Percy's shoulder and sent him a wicked grin.
"Trickery," Annabeth decided. "We can't beat him by force, so we'll have to use trickery."
"Okay," I said. "What trick?'
"I haven't figured that part out yet."
"Great."
"Polyphemus will have to move the rock to let the sheep inside."
"At sunset," I said. "Which is when he'll marry Clarisse and have Grover for dinner. I'm not sure which is grosser."
''Both'' the Stolls agreed together ''definitely both'' they finished and Chris slapped the back of his siblings heads, harder than he normally would.
"I could get inside," she said, "invisibly."
"What about me?"
"The sheep," Annabeth mused. She gave me one of those sly looks that always made me wary. "How much do you like sheep?"
Annabeth smiled at Percy then, mischief dancing in her eyes and he stiffened- expecting some sort of trick- only to frown when she did nothing but smile innocently. Gods she was going to be the death of him; of that he was sure.
"Just don't let go!" Annabeth said, standing invisibly somewhere off to my right. That was easy for her to say. She wasn't hanging upside down from the belly of a sheep.
Now, I'll admit it wasn't as hard as I'd thought. I'd crawled under a car before to change my mom's oil, and this wasn't too different. The sheep didn't care. Even the Cyclops's smallest sheep were big enough to support my weight, and they had thick wool. I just twirled the stuff into handles for my hands, hooked my feet against the sheep's thigh bones, and presto—I felt like a baby wallaby, riding around against the sheep's chest, trying to keep the wool out of my mouth and my nose.
In case you're wondering, the underside of a sheep doesn't smell that great. Imagine a winter sweater that's been dragged through the mud and left in the laundry hamper for a week. Something like that.
Aphrodite gagged and even some of the others looked sickened.
The sun was going down.
No sooner was I in position than the Cyclops roared, "Oy! Goaties! Sheepies!"
The flock dutifully began trudging back up the slopes toward the cave.
"This is it!" Annabeth whispered. "I'll be close by. Don't worry."
I made a silent promise to the gods that if we survived this, I'd tell Annabeth she was a genius. The frightening thing was, I knew the gods would hold me to it.
The gods nodded in the affirmative and Annabeth tilted her head towards him, eyebrow cocked ''you're a genius'' he said dutifully; pressing a kiss to the side of her head.
''I already knew that'' she smiled ''but it's nice to hear you say it seaweed brain.''
My sheep taxi started plodding up the hill. After a hundred yards, my hands and feet started to hurt from holding on. I gripped the sheep's wool more tightly, and the animal made a grumbling sound. I didn't blame it. I wouldn't want anybody rock climbing in my hair either.
''Be pretty hard to be honest'' Connor said, staring at Percy's black mop of hair ''reckon we could maybe manage it though, if we got some help from the Hecate cabin'' Connor and Travis shared matching devious grins and Percy self-consciously touched his hair- not liking the way Hermes was looking at him either.
But if I didn't hold on, I was sure I'd fall off right there in front of the monster.
"Hasenpfeffer!" the Cyclops said, patting one of the sheep in front of me. "Einstein! Widget—eh there, Widget!"
Polyphemus patted my sheep and nearly knocked me to the ground. "Putting on some extra mutton there?"
Uh-oh, I thought. Here it comes.
But Polyphemus just laughed and swatted the sheep's rear end, propelling us forward. "Go on, fatty! Soon Polyphemus will eat you for breakfast!"
And just like that, I was in the cave.
''That was surprisingly easy.''
I could see the last of the sheep coming inside. If Annabeth didn't pull off her distraction soon ...
The Cyclops was about to roll the stone back into place, when from somewhere outside Annabeth shouted, "Hello, ugly!"
Polyphemus stiffened. "Who said that?"
"Nobody!" Annabeth yelled.
''Brilliant'' Athena muttered to herself.
That got exactly the reaction she'd been hoping for. The monster's face turned red with rage.
"Nobody!" Polyphemus yelled back. "I remember you!"
"You're too stupid to remember anybody," Annabeth taunted. "Much less Nobody."
I hoped to the gods she was already moving when she said that, because Polyphemus bellowed furiously, grabbed the nearest boulder (which happened to be his front door) and threw it toward the sound of Annabeth's voice. I heard the rock smash into a thousand fragments.
Percy gripped his fiancées hand, hard, as he recalled what exactly was going to happen soon.
For a terrible moment, there was silence. Then Annabeth shouted, "You haven't learned to throw any better, either!"
Polyphemus howled. "Come here! Let me kill you, Nobody!"
"You can't kill Nobody, you stupid oaf," she taunted. "Come find me!"
Polyphemus barreled down the hill toward her voice.
Now, the "Nobody" thing wouldn't have made sense to anybody, but Annabeth had explained to me that it was the name Odysseus had used to trick Polyphemus centuries ago, right before he poked the Cyclops's eye out with a large hot stick. Annabeth had figured Polyphemus would still have a grudge about that name, and she was right. In his frenzy to find his old enemy, he forgot about resealing the cave entrance. Apparently, he didn't even stop to consider that Annabeth's voice was female, whereas the first Nobody had been male. On the other hand, he'd wanted to marry Grover, so he couldn't have been all that bright about the whole male/female thing.
''Not really'' Poseidon grimaced, ashamed of what he'd let his son become.
I just hoped Annabeth could stay alive and keep distracting him long enough for me to find Grover and Clarisse.
I dropped off my ride, patted Widget on the head, and apologized. I searched the main room, but there was no sign of Grover or Clarisse. I pushed through the crowd of sheep and goats toward the back of the cave.
Even though I'd dreamed about this place, I had a hard time finding my way through the maze. I ran down corridors littered with bones, past rooms full of sheepskin rugs and life-size cement sheep that I recognized as the work of Medusa. There were collections of sheep Tshirts; large tubs of lanolin cream; and wooly coats, socks, and hats with ram's horns. Finally, I found the spinning room, where Grover was huddled in the corner, trying to cut Clarisse's bonds with a pair of safety scissors.
''Safety scissors, really'' Hades questioned incredulously and the pair shrugged.
''We were working with what we had.''
"It's no good," Clarisse said. "This rope is like iron!"
"Just a few more minutes!"
"Grover," she cried, exasperated. "You've been working at it for hours!"
And then they saw me.
"Percy?" Clarisse said. "You're supposed to be blown up!"
''Oh charming.''
"Good to see you, too. Now hold still while I—"
"Perrrrrcy!" Grover bleated and tackled me with a goat-hug. "You heard me! You came!"
"Yeah, buddy," I said. "Of course I came."
''I always will'' Percy swore, staring Grover in the eye until he nodded and clapped his hand on Percy's forearm in agreement.
"Where's Annabeth?"
"Outside," I said. "But there's no time to talk. Clarisse, hold still."
I uncapped Riptide and sliced off her ropes. She stood stiffly, rubbing her wrists. She glared at me for a moment, then looked at the ground and mumbled, "Thanks."
"You're welcome," I said. "Now, was anyone else on board your lifeboat?"
Clarisse looked surprised. "No. Just me. Everybody else aboard the Birmingham ... well, I didn't even know you guys made it out."
I looked down, trying not to believe that my last hope of seeing Tyson alive had just been crushed. "Okay. Come on, then. We have to help—"
An explosion echoed through the cave, followed by a scream that told me we might be too late. It was Annabeth crying out in fear.
Athena audibly swallowed, throat bobbing and her knuckles tightened on the arms of her chair. Poseidon was in a similar state- he already considered Annabeth family after all.
''That's it'' Clarisse held up the book and Aphrodite motioned for it to be given to her.
15. Nobody Gets the Fleece she read.
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