Percy Jackson and the Child of Victory (Annabeth Chase x Reader)

Nobody Gets The Fleece

 Y/N's POV:

"I got Nobody!" Polyphemus gloated. I wanted to try and flap my wings to escape but I saw if I did, Annabeth would plumet to the ground before I could reach her in my weakened state. The monster shook his fist, and a baseball cap fluttered to the ground. There was Annabeth and I, hanging upside down by our legs.

"Hah!" the Cyclops said. "Nasty invisible girl! Stupid Bird Boy! Already got feisty one for wife. Means you gotta be grilled with mango chutney with a side of Chicken!"

Annabeth struggled, but she looked dazed. She had a nasty cut on her forehead. Her eyes were glassy.

Percy's POV:

"I'll rush him," I 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 rams-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.

"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," I said. "Attack plan Macedonia." They nodded. We'd all taken the same training courses at Camp Half-Blood. They knew what I was talking about. They would sneak around either side and attack the Cyclops from the flanks while I held his attention in the front. Probably what this meant was that we'd all die instead of just me, but I was grateful for the help.

I hefted my sword and shouted, "Hey, Ugly!" The giant whirled toward me. "Another one? Who are you?" "Put down my friend. I'm the one who insulted you."

"Youare Nobody?" "That's right, you smelly bucket of nose drool!" It didn't sound quite as good as Annabeth's insults, but it was all I could think of. "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!" he bellowed. The good news: he dropped Annabeth and Y/N. The bad news: he dropped them headfirst onto the rocks, where they lay motionless as a rag doll. The other bad news: Polyphemus barreled toward me, a thousand smelly pounds of Cyclops that I would have to fight with 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 me.

I moved in with Riptide. The monster made a grab for me. I rolled aside and stabbed him in the thigh. I was hoping to see him disintegrate, but this monster was much too big and powerful.

"Get Annabeth and Y/N!" I yelled at Grover. He rushed over, grabbed her invisibility cap, and picked her up while Clarisse and I tried to keep Polyphemus distracted. I have to admit, Clarisse was brave. She charged the Cyclops again and again. He pounded the ground, stomped at her, grabbed at her, but she was too quick. And as soon as she made an attack, I followed up by stabbing the monster in the toe or the ankle or the hand.

But we couldn't keep this up forever. Eventually we would tire or the monster would get in a lucky shot. It would only take one hit to kill us. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Grover carrying Annabeth and a half-conscious Y/N across the rope bridge. It wouldn't have been my first choice, 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 me an idea.

"Fall back!" I told Clarisse. She rolled away as the Cyclops's fist smashed the olive tree beside her. We ran for the bridge, Polyphemus right behind us. He was cut up and hobbling from so many wounds, but all we'd done was slow him down and make him mad.